| Crashing waves, hands on my arms
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| Grip sufficiently
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| This is love here this weekend
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| Not something to be
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| And the thousands of faces
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| Look down to the sea
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| For the laughter, like children
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| Je t’aime, if you please
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| If the fires in this town
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| Burn revolutionary
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| And the hours fly by
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| Because we’re just happy
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| Then let the scent in the sky
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| Not go and censor these sparks
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| This is love on the highway
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| Not fear in the dark
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| Before we lie in our beds
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| To ponder what we should have said
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| To call up our demons for tests
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| Can we love
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| What’s in-between
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| Oh, these flags are insane
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| But these faces are sweet
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| And the fire in the corner
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| Can feel my heart beat
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| Oh, fleeting candlelit hour
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| In no need to hide
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| Why would bliss make us blush
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| When it keeps us alive
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| Can we sit, sipping whiskey
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| And slip, slip away
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| To the garden of Eden
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| And filling ashtrays
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| We are warmth from the core
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| We are sparks in the sky
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| This is love on the highway
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| Not fear or denial
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| Before we lie in our beds
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| To ponder what we should have said
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| To call up our demons for tests
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| Can we love
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| What’s in-between
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| Now the weather has changed
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| From hot embers to sleet
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| When the daylight arrives
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| We’re swept off our feet
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| In a prodigal hour
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| Conspire our retreat
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| To the rivers we forged
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| And the castles we breached
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| Give me fire and illusion
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| And don’t let me sleep
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| Give me taunting out trouble
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| And teasing relief
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| I want everyone in here
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| To see what I see;
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| This is love on the highway
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| Not fear!
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| Not fear!
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| Not fear!
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| Now we can lie in ours beds |