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I Amreview my past through wicked wFindows framed in silver C
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and hung in toughened glass, upon Cmy face around and over
FNow and then:C memoriFes of men who lovCed me. G
FEFDm
No stolen kisCs - could match their march on hot coals for me.
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I Amhave walked a line both faint aFnd narrow hard to follow, C
Amcaught up in circumstance, harsh truth for hisFtory to mellow. C
FThrough my eyes: CloyaltieDms and obligationC G
FmagnifiEed: ObeFdience the better feDmllow. C
Am/// C Dm F F C Am C Dm F C F C
AmBetter not remember me. Don't missG my passing D
AmFierce winter fails to ruffGle my icy sleep. D
AmWe never quite vanish. No wet Gsoft surrender. D
AmStill waiting: bad bloGod running in close faDmilies.
DmI laughed like anFy child - althoCugh you might find that strange
and ChrDmistmas was my favourite holiday. A
DmChristmas was my favourite holiday. A
Am/// C Dm F F C Am C Dm F C F C
I Amam not alone, in seeiFng the world through wicked windows, C
while othAmers hide likewise, behind tFhis vunerable squinting. C
It's Fin the sCtare: It's inF the silent scrutCinizing. G
FStrip you barEe: I offeFr you no more disDmguisiCng.
AmBetter not remember me. Don't missG my passing D
AmFierce winter fials to ruffGle my icy sleep. D
AmWe never quite vanish. No wet Gsoft surrender. D
AmStill waiting: bad bloGod running in close faDmilies.
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