It was April the tenth
 I remember it well
 It was so cold that year
 It was colder than hell
 Things haven't been good 
 For you, for a while 
 Because I'd been on tour
 I hadn't heard
 And you've dropped in
 With the letter you wrote
 And I read it aloud
 To prove that I could
 And we were both laughing
 Cause we know how you are
 We never thought
 Your quitting was good
 We thought that we knew you 
 And I guess that we don't
 Are you heavenly or
 Just like the past?
 We called you \"the black penny\"
 Remember that?
 The sea is wide
 The streets are long
 And there's blood on all our hands
 With the catalyst gone
 And only what's left to us 
 Is history built on dust
 I was sweating on poet's words
 Great nations and governments
 Sweet lies and victories
 Eager and keen to please
 Those good keys are everywhere
 With their thousand-yard stare
 We all end up the same
 Like little lambs to meet their end
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