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I want old love, the kind that takes years |
| [00:21.25] |
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared |
| [00:27.68] |
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| [00:28.75] |
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun |
| [00:34.62] |
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| [00:35.49] |
With the hard times forgiven and done |
| [00:40.87] |
|
| [00:49.18] |
I want old love, the kind that seeps in |
| [00:55.30] |
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| [00:57.24] |
It isn't cold, love, it's never brittle or thin |
| [01:01.56] |
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| [01:03.87] |
It's the long kiss, it's the curl of a sigh |
| [01:09.05] |
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| [01:11.05] |
Down a hallway, in the middle of the night |
| [01:15.87] |
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| [01:45.56] |
I want old love, the kind that can see |
| [01:51.57] |
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| [01:53.32] |
Through the holes, love, that live underneath |
| [02:00.51] |
All our false cheer, bravado and pride |
| [02:05.43] |
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| [02:07.19] |
Through the old fears we carry inside |
| [02:14.94] |
I want old love, the kind that can say |
| [02:19.82] |
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| [02:21.32] |
What it knows, love, and what it learned on the way |
| [02:27.19] |
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| [02:28.94] |
In that one voice, familiar and strange |
| [02:35.43] |
Only old love remembers your name |
| [02:41.87] |
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| [03:10.70] |
I want old love, the kind that holds on |
| [03:18.26] |
When it's told, love, that all hope is gone |
| [03:23.70] |
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| [03:25.33] |
Against all odds, wagers and prayers |
| [03:30.95] |
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| [03:31.83] |
To the wall love, to the furthest somewhere |
| [03:39.33] |
I want old love, the kind that takes years |
| [03:44.89] |
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| [03:46.71] |
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared |
| [03:52.89] |
|
| [03:58.26] |
On the high wire, through rain, wind and sun |
| [04:03.14] |
With the hard times forgiven and done |
