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Fog Round The Figurehead - Gravenhurst
One more ride before they take it down
And drive to a neighbouring town
Sixteen miles away
Sixteen miles away
They'll turn off the lights on all the rides
Sell off the parts to some nameless guy
Six years from today
Six years from today
And you'll find yourself
Painting your windows
So you don't have to look at
What's hammering outsideyour door
And the heartrecalls everything
In the first language
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
Emotions you could never name
Are piling into your thoughts again
But you're used to it this way
It's got too late to change
And you'll find yourself
Painting your windows
So you don't have to look at
What's hammering outsideyour door
And the heartrecalls everything
In the first language
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
And the heartrecalls everything
In the first language
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
And the heart recalls everything
In the first language
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
All of the skin peeled back
But there's nothing to see
