| I walk tired on the field
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| With a bottle in my hand
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| Tired from what I’d carried a lot
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| First flowers of the year
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| Were blooming in the yard
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| And I said, «Oh my Lord, I’m trying»
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| And you said
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| «I don’t mind waiting for you
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| On a rainy monday morning
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| At the airport at the start of June
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| Or in the chaos of the station
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| When they call the cancellation
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| I’ll be there if you ask me to»
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| But if I leave
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| Like I done so many times before
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| Oh my God, please
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| Let me come back in one piece once more
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| Six years on the run
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| And I didn’t say a word
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| You’re the only bridge that never burns
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| I tried to find another
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| A company of lovers
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| Then I said, «Oh my Lord, I’m dying»
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| And you said
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| «I don’t mind being patient
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| It’s not an easy situation
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| I’ll be there if you ask me to»
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| So I said, «Finally I’m ready
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| To drop the rock that’s heavy
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| I’m down to try forever with you»
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| You never leave
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| Like I done so many times before
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| Oh my God, please
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| Let me come back in one piece once more |