| This morning under awaking glow
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| The sun filled our room like December snow
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| Like morning through an old window
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| There’s a place in your head I will always know
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| To the same world born two of a kind
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| If it’s on your mind, it’ll be on mine 'cause
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| I know you well
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| Like the soil in the ground
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| Grass grown in the shadow of a bell
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| And if the bell will never toll
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| You and me grow old
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| I hope we’ll live to tell
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| How you know I know you knew I know you well
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| Down under, beneath the softened skin
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| Where the words we whisper sink in
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| It’s no wonder the way the words still ring
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| Sure as sin, it’s not a secret thing
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| To the same world born two of a kind
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| If it’s on your mind, it’ll be on mine 'cause
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| I know you well
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| Like the soil in the ground
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| Grass grown in the shadow of a bell
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| And if the bell will never toll
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| You and me grow old
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| I hope we’ll live to tell
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| How you know I know you knew I know New York 1991
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| Here in the same room for so long
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| Out of the cold november
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| Still as a passport picture
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| Still as a passport picture
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| To the same world born two of a kind
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| If it’s on your mind, it’ll be on mine 'cause
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| I know you well
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| Like the soil in the ground
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| Grass grown in the shadow of a bell
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| And if the bell will never toll
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| You and me grow old
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| I hope we’ll live to tell
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| How you know I know you knew I know you well |