| Your Move
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| My Dear
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| Written by dewey bunnell, (c)1983
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| Found on your move, premium gold collection, centenary collection, and highway.
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| Here in the dawn
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| As i walk through this dream
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| As i have done since ages now gone
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| Shall i read you the letter
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| They sent postmarked from somewhere out here
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| It’s in latin, i think, i don’t know
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| Can you help me, my dear
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| Please, can you help me, my dear
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| Near to their bed (they never sleep)
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| They sit sipping their tea, watch the sea
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| Move the sand through their heads (sit in their chairs by the bay)
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| Did i show you the marks on the wall
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| Left by captains now dead (house out on the cove)
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| They fell fighting for peace in their lives
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| Or so it is said (still nobody seems to be here)
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| Please, can you help me, my dear
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| Please, can you help me, my dear
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| You can’t miss it
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| A blue forest on a green sky
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| You must risk it
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| Don’t ignore us if you want us to
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| If we want us to survive
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| Where will i be (can't you help me to find my way)
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| After watching them walking the pier
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| At the mouth of the sea (i've been lost for so long)
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| They’re in love with the news
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| And don’t show if they’re living in fear (still nobody seems to be here)
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| They eat ice cream alone
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| Watch the waves at the end of the pier (ah, nobody seems to hear)
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| Please, can you help me, my dear
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| Please, can you help me, my dear |