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In this place
There’s a wounded hand
Felt a chain
Where the links met up
Round a name
In the faceless age
Cursed and pained
And your windowpane
As the lake
From one hundred friends
Wave them home
As the childhood ends
Turn it fast
As one mild day steals
Someone’s soul
Into 20 years
In spirit they’ve vanished
And I’ll show you why
They’ll make you take elderly paths by this time
If we would just dump it
In the sea and fly
It’s hard to just kiss our
Child games goodbye
In this place   There’s a wounded hand   Felt a chain   Where the links met up   Round a name   In the faceless age   Cursed and pained   And your windowpane   As the lake   From one hundred friends   Wave them home   As the childhood ends   Turn it fast   As one mild day steals   Someone’s soul   Into 20 years   In spirit they’ve vanished   And I’ll show you why   They’ll make you take elderly paths by this time   If we would just dump it   In the sea and fly   It’s hard to just kiss our   Child games goodbye