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Does he call you through the darkness from a thousand miles away |
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Through those sleepless nights of waiting, 'til the night grows into day |
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And does he tell you how his colours are fading into grey |
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When he's too far in the distance, too long and far away |
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And when he comes home from the traveling, can you see it in his eyes |
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How he's burning from the heat of a thousand hidden fires |
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And does he take you in a moment, 'til you know your spirit flies |
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I seen you through the moonlight, 'til the sun is on the rise |
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Does he come to you in dreams, a travel through the times |
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Bringing back the memories and melodies and rhymes |
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Can he do this for you |
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Like I used to do |
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Can he do this for you |
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Like I used to do |
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Does he bring you spices from the Orient, for sweet fragrance in the night |
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And a jewel from darkest Africa to sparkle in the light |
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Perfumed water from the islands to make your body smell so fine |
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From the sweet,???? from a flower in Columbine |
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Does he come to you in dreams, a travel through the times |
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Bringing back the memories and melodies and rhymes |
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Can he do this for you |
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Like I used to do |
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Can he do this for you |
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Like I used to do |
