| She makes me feel heavy
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| When I’m high above the ground
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| And I just can’t hear a sound
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| She translates
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| And I quickly understand
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| She walks within her wisdom
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| That brings me to my knees
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| I’m begging her, saying, «Please,
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| won’t you come home
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| with me again?»
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| All the years of wasting away
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| I understand the worth of the wait
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| She makes me want to work so hard
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| Like the old-timers did
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| Back when you could drink beer
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| Who’s to say
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| we can’t live like that now?
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| She holds me to my promise
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| When my lies are coming through
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| If only she knew
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| I’d fall
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| with my crutches kicked away
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| All the years of wasting away
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| I understand the worth of the wait
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| When my will is dead
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| Can you change me to your ways?
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| When my fears have arrived
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| Can you comfort me like you said?
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| When everything is broken
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| She’ll build it up again
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| To show her love begins
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| Like a whisper in the wind
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| Like a whisper in the wind |