| Trouble clear out of sight with my whole body listening
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| My heart leans out like these old river trees
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| Closer to be where you glide, moving under me, glistening
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| If 8 were 9, I would hold you
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| Yeah, I would rock you
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| I would shelter you, darling
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| If 8 were 9, I would lift you
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| Lift you clear off the ground
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| Through the gates into morning
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| The time would stretch
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| Stretch out these magic hours
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| Into days, into years
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| Tomorrow lost in the distance
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| A voice speaks out
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| Says, «Hey man, let it go»
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| But when a heart has been true
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| Well, it don’t make any difference
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| If 8 were 9, I would hold you
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| I would rock you
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| I would shelter you, darling
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| If 8 were 9, I would lift you
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| Lift you clear off the ground
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| Through the gates into morning
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| If 8 were 9
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| If 8 were 9
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| If 8 were 9
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| If 8 were 9
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| Through the gates into morning, yeah
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| Yeah, through the gates into morning |