| Here I am on trains of solace
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| The moment I could win
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| Oh it’s so dumb that I’m intrigued by the thunder
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| and the lightning comes streaming into our home
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| but oh a summer of our own
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| it’s been done
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| it’s been done
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| and oh I’m so proud of loving, again
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| It’s been done
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| Wishing I was yours forever
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| Can we rely on love?
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| I was lost, cut underneath by another
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| and the feeling that crept into our home
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| but oh a winter of our own
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| it’s been done
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| it’s been done
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| and oh I’m so proud of living, again
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| crossing your heart and hope to die
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| the skin I’m touching will never lie
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| crossing your heart and hope to die
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| the skin I’m touching will never lie
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| And oh a winter of our own
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| it’s been done
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| it’s been done
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| and oh I’m so proud of loving again
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| crossing your heart and hope to die
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| the skin I’m touching will never lie
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| crossing your heart and hope to die
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| the skin I’m touching will never lie |