| Before I jump ship, for cooler shores
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| may I gently close this account of ours
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| Though all that I know and have loved, is inside
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| I’m just losing faith in these costly times
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| And I pray for your health and your peace of mind
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| but God must know I just want you by my side
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| And the morning I’ve woken and sought your warmth
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| If only I’d held you and told you before
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| But I’m no fool, my heart is just exposed
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| I’m just weathering the flows
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| And I’m not the man you thought, I suppose
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| you leave me tender to the blues
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| And you phone me to tell me, of these regrets of yours
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| But I’ve been lying awake until the small small hours
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| And the wise men say I should fight for my cause
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| But I’m all punched out and just so so tired
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| But I’m no fool, my heart is just exposed
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| I’m just weathering the flows
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| And you’re not the girl I thought, I suppose
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| you leave me tender to the blues
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| I’m no fool, my heart is just exposed
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| I’m just weathering the flows
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| And I’m not the man you thought, I suppose
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| you leave me tender to the blues
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| to the blues |