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Paul Liddell
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The Ends of the Earth
When I think about this place And the way that we live here It's starting to feel like The ends of the earth I'm so tied up with this place And watching the grey waves Punching the storm wall That I feel nothing at all
I was made out of this place Claimed at the day of my birth I could step out my front door Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And fall from the face of the earth
I think about leaving As I stare at the ceiling While spectres of smokestacks Come fill up my mind The boundaries are thin here There's nothing except fear Between the places we live in And nothing at all
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