| Hey, hey, babe, don’t you know
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| How many times I’ve dreamt of you?
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| Hundred million, two-hundred thousand
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| Five-hundred sixty-two
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| You’re the apple I desire
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| I’d go out on a limb for you
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| White bird in a blizzard, you’re my dove
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| You make me all kinds of blue
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| If the sky falls down, we’ll pick it up
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| And take the pieces to the depot train
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| And if they ask for a ticket stub
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| We’ll give them a sparrow and a drop of rain
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| If Jesus Christ were here today
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| He’d probably get a face tattoo
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| And drink Porto under a bridge
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| And live his life all kinds of blue
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| A face of glass with shattered eyes
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| Looking at the busted street
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| There’s no glue strong enough
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| To mend the cracks in eternity
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| Sometimes, it’s fast, sometimes, it’s slow
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| But time, it always changes you
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| The weather’s round, it’ll bring you down
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| And paint your head all kinds of blue
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| I felt a spark like Joan of Arc
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| First time that you touched my skin
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| Let’s run away to Thunder Bay
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| And never use our names again
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| Love is the best thing that there is
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| But don’t let words get you confused
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| Our blood is red, the moon is white
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| And your eyes are all kinds of blue
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| Our blood is red, the moon is white
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| And your eyes are all kinds of blue |