| In my happy home I barely breathe
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| In my lover’s arms I find relief
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| And there’s a sky that’s changing and a bird that sings
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| I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out
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| In my lover’s arms I wait for morning
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| I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
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| I’d lay down my body I’d lay down my arms
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| I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm
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| In my happy home I read the signs
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| In my lover’s arms I move in time
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| There’s no more crying and there’s no more lies
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| I never once in my sweet short life was waiting for desire
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| And there’s no more crying
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| And there’s no more pain
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| I never thought for one second I’d have nothing left but shame
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| In my happy home I barely breathe
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| I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out |