| My friend and I, were talking one evening
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| Beside some burning wood
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| Trading tales of places we came upon
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| When the times were good
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| Spoke of a girl he viewed like no other
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| Whom he had come to know, I swallowed hard and listened intently
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| Resigned beside the glow…
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| Always there, it’s standing proudly
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| When all else falls down
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| It’s all around you, didn’t it find you
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| When you said you couldn’t be found
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| When love calls me, I will be running swiftly
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| To find out
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| Just what all the fuss is all about
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| Unrelentless, deep in the strangest feelings
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| Believe me
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| Love is full of wonderful colour…
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| I insist that you pick the wrong one
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| To preach your theories to
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| Simmer down, we’ll run for a reason
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| To see what faith can do
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| Love is a beacon, on the horizon
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| Watch when you touch down
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| Reality finds you fumbling for reasons
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| When the chance comes 'round
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| When love calls me, I will be running swiftly
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| To find out
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| Just what all the fuss is all about
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| Unrelentless, deep in the strangest feelings
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| Believe me
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| Love is full of wonderful colour…
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| Take my confidence to guide you
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| Through the fallen hope inside you
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| Love is full of wonderful colour |