| Hang up all your ties and all the phones
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| We can’t let her, let her be alone
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| All night, we waited up through the storm
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| For you to come let us know that you’d come home
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| Oh please, tell us about all the things you have seen
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| About all your visions and all of your dreams
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| It seems to me
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| That you’re set free
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| It seems to be
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| The only possibility
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| Who am I to say what is to come
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| From all the things that I have yet to learn
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| All night, we waited up through the storm
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| For you to come let us know that you’d come home
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| Oh please, tell us about all the things you have seen
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| About all your visions and all of your dreams
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| It seems to me
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| That you’re set free
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| It seems to be
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| The only possibility |