| A white moon appears
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| Like a hole in the sky
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| The mangroves go quiet
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| In la Brisa de la Palma
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| A teenage Rasputin
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| Takes the sting from a gin
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| «When a woman learns to walk
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| She’s not dependent anymore
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| A line front her letter May 24
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| And out on the bay
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| The current is strong
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| A boat can go lost
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| But I didn’t know someone
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| Could be so lonesome
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| Didn’t know a heart
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| Could be tied up
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| And held for ransom
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| Until you take your shoes
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| And go outside, stride over stride
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| Walk to that tide because
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| The door is open wide
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| Turned the fan off
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| And went for a walk
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| By the lights down on Shield Street
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| The birds in the trees
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| Open their wings…
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| He goes home again
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| He dreams resistance
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| They talk commitment
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| Things change over long distance
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| Took the shirt off his back
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| The eyes from his head
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| And left him for dead
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| But I didn’t know someone
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| Could be so lonesome
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| Didn’t know a heart
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| Could be tied up
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| And held for ransom
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| Until you take your shoes
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| And go outside, stride over stride
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| Walk to that tide because
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| The door is open wide
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| Little lies, they’ll take your pride
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| Until you take your shoes
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| And go outside. |
| Stride over stride
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| Walk to that tide because
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| The door is open wide
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| Stride over stride
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| Walk to that tide
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| Bye, Bye Pride
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| Because the door is open wide
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| The door is always open wide
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| The door is always open wide |