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There is no one who will take me by that shore |
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Close to the smoke, far from the fires of your harbour. |
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But if I am awake this time I'll know |
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All over your eyes, a storm is rolling over, rolling over. |
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Oh you can take away the divine my dear |
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And comb your hair |
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And I won't mind at all. |
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Even when the thought's behind |
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I came just to remind you |
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I love you so. |
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There is no one who will take me by that shore |
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But the waves rushing down |
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The waves rushing down on your shoulders. |
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And if I am awake this time I'll know |
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All over your eyes, a storm is nearly over |
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Nearly over |
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And you can take away the divine my dear |
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And comb your hair |
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And I won't mind at all. |
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Even when the thought's behind |
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I came just to remind you |
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I love you so |
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I love you so |
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I love you so. |
