I am the one who lives in a tower with a keeper at the gate
You are the one who brings me flowers
but my heart will have to wait
The keeper is a friendly man he works hard every day
But woe betide any young man who wants to take me away
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If I tell you all my secrets will you never tell a soul
This is a rat infested pinnacle of the soul
Its full of mould its growing old
Its full of mould I'm growing cold
So I will make a pretty spell to take my heart away
And sail into your liquid dreams to keep my pain away
Each night I wake to watch the stars and think about your face
Bright morrow comes the night is gone and with it every trace
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I'm feeling cold. I'm feeling cold.
My soul is growing cold.
My soul is growing cold
How many years how many months how many many hours
For those who wait for their true love are cursed by the powers