| In the calling out to one another
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| Of the lovers up and down the strand
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| In the sound of the waves and the cries
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| Of the seagulls circling the sand
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| In the fragments of the songs
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| Carried down the wind from some radio
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| In the murmuring of the city in the distance
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| Ominous and low
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| I hear the sound of the world where we played
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| And the far too simple beauty
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| Of the promises we made
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| If you ever need holding
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| Call my name, I’ll be there
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| If you ever need holding
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| And no holding back, I’ll see you through
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| Sky blue and black
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| Where the touch of the lover ends
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| And the soul of the friend begins
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| There’s a need to be separate and a need to be one
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| And a struggle neither wins
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| Where you gave me the world I was in And a place I could make a stand
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| I could never see how you doubted me When I’d let go of your hand
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| Yeah, and I was much younger then
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| And I must have thought that I would know
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| If things were going to end
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| And the heavens were rolling
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| Like a wheel on a track
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| And our sky was unfolding
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| And it’ll never fold back
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| Sky blue and black
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| And I’d have fought the world for you
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| If I thought that you wanted me to Or put aside what was true or untrue
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| If I’d known that’s what you needed
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| What you needed me to do
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| But the moment has passed by me now
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| To have put away my pride
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| And just come through for you somehow
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| If you ever need holding
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| Call my name, I’ll be there
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| If you ever need holding
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| And no holding back, I’ll see you through
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| You’re the color of the sky
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| Reflected in each store-front window pane
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| You’re the whispering and the sighing
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| Of my tires in the rain-acapo |