| Well somewhere the sun today’s soakin' up a cornfield dry
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| But it’s shining a love song on some snowy clouds
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| And I know my fingerprints will be brushed away
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| By the hard plate every day of the century
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| But the other night when you cried and you woke me up
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| Just to tell me of your bad dream
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| I held you close to be of some avail
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| Tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail
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| We turned again and stood upon that gentle land
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| It’s a vulnerable drum of old moss and sand
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| We could rise up another hot naked wall if we stand tall
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| We can face it again, it’s the same old wind
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| But last night when you cried and woke me up
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| Just to tell me it’s all a bad dream
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| I tried to hold you to be of some avail
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| Like tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail
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| Whenever you cry and wake me up and tell me you know
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| That it’s all a bad dream
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| I want to be there to hold you to be of some avail
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| Tryin' to hold the wond up with a sail |