| Well, soft as leaves in autumn
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| Lying in a pool of rain
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| Give you silk and cotton, girl
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| Let me speak your name
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| Oh child, let me speak your name
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| I helped you cross the river
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| Taking comfort in your hand
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| Gazing past your shoulder, girl
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| I knew I’d be your man
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| I knew I’m gonna be your man
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| Oh child, gonna be your man
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| Whose name walks behind you
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| And whose shadow crosses mine
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| Whose eyes get caught in wonder
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| Well, I take that as a sign
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| Oh child, gonna take that as a sign
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| Take that as a sign
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| You talk of things that matter
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| You speak of brick and stone
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| But I’m gonna be your resting place
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| And child, you can be my home
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| Oh, you can be my home
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| Oh, you can be my home
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| You talk of things that matter
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| You speak of brick and stone
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| But I’m gonna be your resting place
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| And girl, you can be my home
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| Oh, you can be my home
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| Oh child, you can be my home |