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No, no more sugar left
No more soap to clean my hands with
No songs left for the choir

Oh, no more stitches for the dress
No more bread here left to bless
I raise my hands to reach the sky

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh, flow

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow

No, no more firewood
No sweep to brush away the mud
That's stuck upon my shoes

Oh, no birds that are flocking around my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet

No, no more shimmering stars
No more strings upon on my guitar

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh, flow

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow

Oh, no birds that are flocking around my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet

Oh, no birds that are flocking around my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow

So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh, flow...

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