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(Olson/Louris)
it's taken you so long, where can you be
I would have laid my life down for you
nothing seems real, nothing seems real
now that you're gone
have you seen the sisters
blue-eyed curls of gold
Helen, no one there to be seen
the sunlight looks down
stripped bare to the ground
held by the leaves
been crowded in the wings
mostly I don't mind
been crowded in the wings
then it's you I find
then it's you I find
then it's you I find
two hundred yards in front of the man
he could never see his way to another day
this time meant the same
cold, cold, cold, cold once again
been crowded in the wings
mostly I don't mind
been crowded in the wings
then it's you I find
then it's you I find
then it's you I find
you brought me to the mother of mountains
you brought me to
and no one reads to you at night
and all your lies came to pass
just something I said
made you turn your life in
been crowded in the wings
mostly I don't mind
been crowded in the wings
then it's you I find
then it's you I find
then it's you I find
been crowded in the wings . . .
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