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(McNabb) My friend and |
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I, were talking one evening, |
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Beside some burning wood, |
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Trading tales of places we came upon, |
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When the times were good, |
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Spoke of a girl he viewed like no other, |
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Whom he had come to know, |
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I swallowed hard and listened intently, |
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Resigned beside the glow... |
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Always there, it's standing proudly, |
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When all else falls down, |
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It's all around you, didn't it find you, |
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When you said you couldn't be found, |
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Chorus: When love calls me, |
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I will be running swiftly, |
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To find out, |
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Just what all the fuss is all about, |
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Unrelentless, deep in the strangest feelings, |
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Believe me, |
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Love is full of wonderful colour... |
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I insist that you pick the wrong one, |
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To preach your theories to, |
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Simmer down, we'll run for a reason, |
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To see what faith can do, |
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Love is a beacon, on the horizon, |
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Watch when you touch down, |
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Reality finds you fumbling for reasons, when the chance comes 'round |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Take my confidence to guide you, |
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Through the fallen hope inside you, |
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Love is full of wonderful colour |