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We'll stay until it sings |
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as we keep from being found |
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It's just you and me and what comes along |
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Safe on low ground |
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The weeks that we stayed in |
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There were books and weight and wine |
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And long nights with nothing left |
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But sleep and a worried mind |
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If they break us down |
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And we end up on that hill |
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Call me back, back to my country |
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When the waiting hour is here and you believe |
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We'll call it all just a dream |
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If they break us down |
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And we end up on that hill |
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Call me back, back to my country |
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Call me back, back to my couuntry |
