| I know it makes you feel sad
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| Then you look at me that way
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| Your hands hold on the railing
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| As we glide across the bay
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| With everything uncertain
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| It’s easy to defend
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| But we do not talk of feelings
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| And you know i can’t pretend
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| I don’t believe in power of Love
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| I don’t believe in wisdom of stone
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| I don’t believe in a God or a Mind
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| And I’m not alone …
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| I listen to your breathing
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| It’s steady and it’s slow
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| We close tot the ceiling
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| I think of children in our home
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| But the quiet in the quarters
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| Stirs me from the thought
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| I might leave tomorrow
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| To feel the joy of a new start
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| I don’t believe in power of Love
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| I don’t believe in wisdom of stone
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| I don’t believe in a God or a Mind
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| In the morning many sea birds
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| On the icy wind arrive
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| Never crowding their companions
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| Against the blinding sky they dive
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| I think about you sleeping
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| How miss you’ll miss the morning tide
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| But my stomach is uneasy
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| And I choose to stay outside
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| I don’t believe in power of Love
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| I don’t believe in wisdom of stone
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| I don’t believe in a God or the mind
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| I’m not alone … |