| Take me for granted, I think that I could stand it
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| After all these rough seas, left me reckless and abandoned
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| Say the spirits willing, chance a new beginning
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| Break down the cold front, give me peace and understanding
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| And you wait, and you wonder
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| Will she still beat the drum and bring the thunder?
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| Will she still be the star and see me through?
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| Because I can’t steer my heart clear of you
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| No I can’t steer my heart clear of you
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| It’s the way it’s been, ever since you sailed
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| Out of a storm and into view, and should I drift away
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| The compass holds the clue, you control the weather
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| And I can’t steer my heart clear of you
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| Make me your penance, show me your innocence
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| Everything is history, from the aching to the pleasure
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| We enjoy the torture, the slow pain that it taught us
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| Everything gets twisted, let me burn or bring me water
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| No I can’t steer my heart clear of you
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| It’s the way it’s been, ever since you sailed
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| Out of a storm and into view, and should I drift away
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| The compass holds the clue, you control the weather
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| And I can’t steer my heart clear of you
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| You control the weather, and I can’t steer my heart clear of you |