| It’s alright what you confess to me
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| Where you’re at right now baby, it’s alright with me
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| Behind your truths or somewhere inside your lies
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| These long cold days of gray, they color your eyes
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| And it’s alright, what you confide in me
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| Where we’re at right now baby, it’s where we need to be
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| And I can see things so clearly through tear-stained eyes
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| The side effects of time in all our good-byes
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| And it’s alright
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| I got lost some time ago,
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| Lost in your song, your touch, your smile
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| And where I want to grow old
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| And you glimmer and gleam like a blond-washed hair
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| From an ocean-side domain
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| Drifting into me, I found myself again, in her song
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| It’s alright what you say to me
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| How you feel right now baby, shows an everlasting need
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| Behind the truth, there’s something inside your lies
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| These long cold days of rain, they’re hiding your eyes
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| And it’s alright, what you express to me
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| Your song escapes me to this place I want to be
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| So sing to me baby, your song can carry me
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| Through endless weeks of rain and onto sweeter things
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| And it’s alright
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| I got lost some time ago,
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| Lost in your song, your touch, your smile
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| And where I want to grow old
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| And you glimmer and gleam like a blond-washed hair
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| From an ocean-side domain
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| Drifting into me, I found myself again, in her song
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| It’s your song
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no it’s your song
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| Oh sing to me baby, your song can carry me
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| Oh sing to me baby, your song can carry me
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| Oh sing to me baby, your song can carry me
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| Oh sing to me baby
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| Sing to me baby
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| Sing to me baby, yeah!
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| In all she’s revealed I found I could always see
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| How her ways could flow and run over, run over me
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| And I found this reason to learn
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| And I found this reason to decide
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| As many days come and many days go
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| I’ll never wonder why
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| And it’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| I got lost some time ago,
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| Lost in your song, your touch, your smile
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| And where I want to grow old
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| And you glimmer and gleam like a blond-washed hair
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| From an ocean-side domain
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| Drifting into me, I found myself again, in her song
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| It’s your song
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| Now, now, now, now, now, now, it’s your song… |