| Are you still in control of the boat that you row
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| Or do you still cling to me when its sinking
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| I never condemned you, I only consoled you
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| When candlelight made me a King
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| For the wide-eyed and laughing
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| Passed like a season, erasing a passion to sin
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| For no one knew better than the tea leaves and the tarots
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| That the wide-eyed and laughing
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| Were just one step ahead of the wind
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| And the hearts that you played on the porch swing for me
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| Was a song that I’d heard in the past
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| For I had an audience somewhere inside you
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| That applauded whenever you laughed
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| Gone is a word that I now rarely use
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| Though sometime in the course of a day
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| I go racing back like a man possessed
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| By the wide-eyed and laughing
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| Daughters of some different age |