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  • It was seven in the morning
    When the spark began to give
    The bath was spilling over
    My self pity spilling with it
    So I, I fled the country
    To start it all again
    And found myself in Paris
    In the cemetery rain
    Dear Anne came to me and took me by the arm
    Showed me old disasters embedded in the palm
    Warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head
    With a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing again
    But you my love, you must come
    Come to joy, turn your head to the sun
    Its down to you, you can shine
    You can shake all the sorrow from your palm
    It's down to you if you dare to come to joy
    What was it I ran from, what burnt away inside?
    Four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
    Always running with these legs going nowhere
    A ghost in the system and angel on the stairs
    But oh, this time
    I shall turn, turn my head to the sun
    They are marching out of me
    One by one walking free
    Oh, they're going out of
    Oh, I can feel it moving, this time I'm really moving
    Are you ready to come? Come to joy
    Well, it's really down to you if you dare to enjoy
    It's down to you, hold the key in your hands
    It's all in the palm of your hands
  • It was seven in the morning
    When the spark began to give
    The bath was spilling over
    My self pity spilling with it
    So I, I fled the country
    To start it all again
    And found myself in Paris
    In the cemetery rain
    Dear Anne came to me and took me by the arm
    Showed me old disasters embedded in the palm
    Warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head
    With a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing again
    But you my love, you must come
    Come to joy, turn your head to the sun
    Its down to you, you can shine
    You can shake all the sorrow from your palm
    It's down to you if you dare to come to joy
    What was it I ran from, what burnt away inside?
    Four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
    Always running with these legs going nowhere
    A ghost in the system and angel on the stairs
    But oh, this time
    I shall turn, turn my head to the sun
    They are marching out of me
    One by one walking free
    Oh, they're going out of
    Oh, I can feel it moving, this time I'm really moving
    Are you ready to come? Come to joy
    Well, it's really down to you if you dare to enjoy
    It's down to you, hold the key in your hands
    It's all in the palm of your hands