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There's a cold north wind coming off the bay,
Seems Iike this whole town's just gonna blow away;
There's nothing left here to hold us down,
And nothing left to do but leave this town.
Company spokesman on the evening news,
He said they had to close, can't afford to lose;
Like waves that break on cliffs of stone,
His words crash down upon our home.
Sometimes I think you must rue the day,
We made those vows, recited that verse;
Don't let it go, don't let it fade,
Believing in better when things get worse.
Love wants to hide when you fight with fear,
And hard words fall on the one that's near;
This house has ghosts that hold your hand,
They twist and tug at your wedding band.
Sometimes I think you must rue the day,
We made those vows, recited that verse;
Don't let it go, don't let it fade,
Believing in better when things get worse.
This setting sun's Iike an open wound,
Tonight this town's like a waiting tomb;
Let me hold you close till sleep comes in,
I need you near me when I hear that wind.
Sometimes I think you must rue the day,
We made those vows, recited that verse;
Don't let it go, don't let it fade,
Believing in better when things get worse.
Sometimes I think you must rue the day,
We made those vows, recited that verse;
Don't let it go, don't let it fade,
Believing in better when things get worse.
