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Well my pockets are empty My regrets are many My hours are full Full of memory When the ship went down Down to the bottom And the sun broke through And I think of you The days are short As we sink into winter Painted stars on an obsidian sky And the people are lost We all lose in the end But my payout is due And I think of you There's no rhythm There's no rhyme No melody There's no beat No revolution is coming along To sweep you off your feet So pick up the pieces Letras de cancionesSweep thеm away Keep God close in your heart Every day Look for thе light Under the bushel And your dream may come true And I think of you And your wish may come true And I think of you From Letras Mania