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Music winds its way through Candle Town Down its narrow streets, here in Candle Town Down to the Plains of Castile, down through Saint James street Where the old women used to meet, here in Candle Town West wind gusts, loose shingles rattle on rooftops Abandoned skeletons of the past - church bells chime... Red face brick where ivy climbs, down alabaster streets Where the old women used to meet, here in Candle Town Chorus Down a long and dusty road, in my hour of deliverance In the autumn of my life, swoon in your innocence Down a long and dusty road, in my hour of deliverance In the autumn of my life, swoon... Scrap heaps - rusty machinery, red river clay beneath my feet Unsatisfied with my reach, rescue me push towards the sea Nothing left but a silhouette, down alabaster streets Where the old women used to meet, here in Candle Town Chorus Down a long and dusty road, in my hour of deliverance In the autumn of my life, swoon in your innocence Down a long and dusty road, in my hour of deliverance In the autumn of my life, swoon... |
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