| In the early, pearly morning
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| When the sun begins to rise
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| And all the flowers lift their faces…
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| Show me, show me, show me
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| In a world that’s all gone mad
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| That there are still Quiet Places
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| With the sunlight in your hair
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| And the ocean in your eyes
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| And heaven shining up above you
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| In a world that’s less than kind
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| That you don’t mind that I love you
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| I got to love you
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| Because I do
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| I never tried to
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| You simply fell into my life
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| Into my life
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| Into my life
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| In the chilly days of Autumn
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| When the city lies in smoke
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| And the country leaves are turning colours
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| If you, if you, if you
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| If you’d only say the word
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| You can sit by my fire
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| For the city’s days are numbered
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| And the towns have all grown cold
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| My eyes are longing for the spaces
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| Love me, love me, love me
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| In a world that’s growing old
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| And we will find Quiet Places
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| Quiet Places
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| Quiet Places |