George Carpow Biography

Which aim our path will leads us to?
Should we be locked or pass this through?
We shall see
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Just want to keep my eyes on things,
Which never'll come to you in dreams
Somehow you want them to fade in
But it can't gone away
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It was another man
With no tale
His bones turned into sand
And brains - to swale
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It's Christmas time, the weather's fine,
But snow is nowhere.
The rain is falling down outside.
I've just come home, soaked to the bone.
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Verse 1:
I'm walking down the town where we live
I'm looking for yout face wherever you could be
Don't care it's mist' or clear
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