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Intro: C
A winter's Cday in a Fdeep and dark DeCcember Dm I Gam FalCone DmGazing from my Gwindow Dmto the streets belGow On a Dmfreshly fallen Fsilent shroud of Gsnow
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am I've built Cwalls, a Ffortress deep and Cmighty That Dmnone Gmay FpeneCtrate I Dmhave no need of Gfriendship; Dmfriendship causes Gpain It's lDmaughter and it's Floving I disGdain
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am Don't talk of Clove, but I've Fheard the words beCfore It's DmsleepGing in my FmemoCry I Dmwon't disturb the Gslumber of Dmfeelings that have Gdied If I Dmnever loved I Fnever would have Gcried
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am I have my Cbooks and my Fpoetry to proCtect me I am DmshielGded in my FarmoCr DmHiding in my Groom, Dmsafe within my Gwomb I Dmtouch no one and Fno one touches Gme
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am And a Frock Emfeels noC pain and an Fisland EmneverC cries