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Her eyes could have only been born of this ocean |
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Delph blue, longing and weepy they want me so much to want you |
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All wrapped up beside you and winded, After you've taken me |
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My mind's roaming free, dozing dazy drifting out this evening |
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With a verse so sweetly sung |
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Into a world we've longed to come |
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But somehow we are not one |
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And all her lavender meadows so fragrant and beautiful |
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And at your dining room table the sun falls on my face so warm |
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And all the turbulent highways I've taken to get here |
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To you in this home, in this moment, for that I am grateful |
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Though this house feels like an old lost song |
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That calls for me to play along |
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Somehow I don't belong |
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The night lit by moon |
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The day sun |
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Ooh baby I'm wondering |
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how come? |
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The light is nearly gone |
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Her soul could have only been born of a wild oak |
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So far reaching and swaying and free but stands stoically alone |
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When the skies come apart she leans over so helpless and cowering |
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Until the storms come to cease and somehow she's the only one standing |
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And though we've grown so close my love |
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And though these nights we've spent so many of |
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A part of me is numb |
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Her eyes look up to me, so open and true |
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Our window's in perfect clear view |
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But somehow I can't see through |
