| From that cold November I’ve learned so much more
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| Don’t you see, she wears a diamond ring
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| But I kinda like the river low
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| Soft and low
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| In my memories I’m silent
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| In my daydreams I am bold
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| I leave tender notes and markings where I go
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| And I’ve never been pretending
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| It’s the evenings when I lie
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| I’ve been silently admiring
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| The simple way she wears her hair
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| If it’s a question of my loyalty
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| You never have to worry
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| I’ll be with you wherever you may go
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| There’s a calmness in my footsteps
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| In the new lines of my hands
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| There are portraits on the wall that need explaining
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| And the evenings are quiet
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| When I’ve finally broken through
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| Getting color in the nighttime
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| When it’s not that way
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| If it’s a question of my loyalty
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| You never have to worry
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| I’ll be with you wherever you may go
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| Sitting safely in your memory
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| Easy for you to carry
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| Take me with you wherever you may go
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| From that cold November I’ve learned so much more
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| Don’t you see, they wear diamond rings
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| But I kinda like the river low
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| Soft and low |