| Hold your arms out to me
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| And I will come eventually
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| I’m hopin' for some time on the other side
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| «Some things just aren’t meant to be»
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| That’s the line that sets me free
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| Free of all those «maybes… buts…» inside
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| If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again
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| Bury myself in your skin, your hair again
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| Feel myself fall into you again
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| If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again
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| Save the place next to you
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| And I will come back very soon
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| Once I pick the briars from my eyes
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| «Some things just aren’t meant to be»
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| That’s the line that handcuffed me
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| There it sits, glowin' deep inside
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| If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again
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| Bury myself in your skin, your hair again
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| Feel myself fall into you again
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| If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again
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| Come and whisper in my ear
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| On second thought, let’s make it clear
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| Tie me to my mast and sing your song
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| Some things just aren’t to be
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| But here’s the part that puzzles me:
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| Why we never choose to sing along
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| If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again
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| Bury myself in your skin, your hair again
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| Feel myself fall into you again
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| If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again
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| Hold your arms out to me
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| And I will come eventually |