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When the wind is with me |
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But somehow out of sight |
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Not knowing where it comes from |
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Or where it goes |
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That's the way your memory |
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Shapes the middle of my night |
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Since the last time I saw you |
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And the words you chose when I said |
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"This must be what love is |
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Like I saw it in a dream" |
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You looked into my eyes and said |
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"You don't know what you mean |
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'Cause love is for the fisherman |
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Who cast his nets too far upstream |
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Fishing for the moon in the water" |
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So I act now as if I've forgot |
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My efforts all in vain |
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I spent some time with a new girl |
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Who made the simple world seem fine |
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But like a rose placed in a flower pot |
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A true nature contained |
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Not knowing what she asks for |
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Or what she'll find |
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When she says, "If I've had love |
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In my life then surely this is it" |
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I said, "Anyone who talks like |
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That doesn't understand one bit |
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That love is for the fighter born to lose |
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But never quit, swinging for the moon in the water" |
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So I left her with her dreams |
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Where I thought that she belonged |
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Not with my secrets |
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Which she heard but never knew |
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I hoped my loneliness found peace |
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I hoped my number had been drawn |
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When all I wanted from her was to |
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Remind me of you |
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So I stay out in the streets |
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Hoping to find you anywhere |
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Now that I understand |
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The woman you need to be |
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I can feel you in the heat |
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I can taste you in the air |
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And I can't help but find your face in |
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Everything I see |
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And once I can admit you're gone |
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I'll place it on a star |
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And wait for the day I'm what you need |
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And then reach out for heart |
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'Cause even if love is more my mistress |
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Than my lovers ever are |
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You'll always be the moon in the water |