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She takes a walk 
She's wearing lady's shoes 
She hides a tear from the city 
She seems to know 
All shades of sorrow 

Woh woh woh 

verse of hope 
verse of hurt 
On a cold winter morning 
Where she goes 
Noone knows no no no
 
And i wanna say 
Can [bad word] with 
She's Gathering All The Lost Loves 

And i wanna say 
I could help with 
Gathering All The Lost Loves 

You can stare the void down 
Or raise it dark cloud 
You can't clock out of depression 

But take this kindness 
We can lead it's pain to rest 
Down in the ground
 
Then we'd have a brass band 
And wrailers [bad word] 
Tribute would be paid by the weeping willows 

And then we take it from our host
With one last toast 
To a new day

And i wanna say 
Can [bad word] with 
She's Gathering All The Lost Loves 

And i wanna say 
I could help with 
Gathering All The Lost Loves 

To to to to to.