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Swan boats and daisy chains
Can't seem to recall my true given name
I see my footprints, how they come, how they go
Was that yesterday or only a moment ago?
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
The past gives way to a cold winter field
The ground below hard as steel
Beyond the hill, a distant song
But that hill keeps going on and on
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
Swan boats and daisy chains
Can't seem to recall any given name
I see my footprints, how they come, how they go
Was that only a moment or many years ago?
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
My heart is gone, I've gone cold
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