miles beneath the surface
Rosie, my love, take a nil
She knows it is bound, bound to tremble
And if my mind is disly confused
Twenty miles didn't seem so far
Twenty miles are the hundred years
It's not the time to lead you, to feed you
It's true, there's plenty miles in the way
I might have guessed my face
Singing songs and dancing on my eyelids
Was I lost to kiss your lips? I won't know
Then doubt is painting my heart
Twenty miles beneath the surface
Twenty miles didn't seem so far
Twenty miles like a hundred years
Twenty miles beneath the surface,
Taken ill now, laying still now,
you know I'm living dead instead
Rosie, my love, you're cold.
Rosie, my love, you're dead.
Twenty miles didn't seem so far.
Twenty miles like a hundred years.
20 miles didn't seem so far
20 miles like a hundred years
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