| If only there were time and tenderness
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| Oh, for young hearts of wilderness
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| We run to the city we build our nest
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| We work, we get drunk, we make love
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| But your love won’t take me from the grave to the heavens
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| Your love won’t take me from the grave to the heavens
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| Before I’m gone your arms will be holding some other man
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| Before I’m gone your arms will be holding some other man
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| In this heart of wilderness
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| In this heart of wilderness
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| Run with me, take my hand, we’ll run and dream
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| in this heart
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| This time I won’t turn out the light
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| Oh, this time I won’t turn out the light
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| Make believe every thing’s alright
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| and kiss my lover a cold good night
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| Morning turns to noon and noon to night
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| Oh, Morning turns to noon and noon to night
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| My heart is still filled with fright
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| I’m still the same broken piece of clay
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| I’ve been dreaming of something underneath the hill
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| Just around the bin and underneath the hill
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| A fortune in wood and steel
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| In restaurants and people without names
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| Oh sweet Jesus, I’m a broken man
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| Oh sweet Jesus, I’m a broken man
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| All I did was follow the plan
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| But what I wouldn’t do to be loved |