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Nov 2016
Outside the wind is blowing
Close the door behind you
Let's forget ourselves
Like there's no one else

The sun it starts descending
The days gone by
And I close my eyes
And picture coloured skies
Of a brighter day

In this thing called life

Under the bridge that holds us high
There's an anchor found
Holding someone down

The birds, they sing there lullabies
To ease the minds
Through the lonely nights

In this thing called life

Oh and when it rains
Dance your soul away
Cleanse yourself of sin
And wash away the pain

In this thing called life
Clodagh O'Sullivan
Written by
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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