| There may come a day when you grow weary
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| Troubled waters stain the paper cup
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| From other venues, other voices carry
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| Spilled dreams soaking into thirsty dust
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| Maybe then and there you’ll find another
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| Lover with a blank and empty heart
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| Filled with breath and old sails to discover
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| Strength to push the seas apart
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| On the day we met
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| I began to want you
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| On the day we met
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| I began to lose you too
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| Both of us circling round the moon
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| Both of us circling round the moon
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| There may come a day when you feel anger
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| China cracked and glued by clumsy hands
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| Veins of memory touching only hunger
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| The heart devours what it cannot understand
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| On the day we met
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| I began to want you
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| On the day we met
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| I began to lose you too
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| Both of us circling round the moon
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| Both of us circling round the moon
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| Maybe it was then I saw my future
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| Saw it as a shadow on the ground
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| Beneath the earth old nails to discover
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| Strength to hold my body down
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| On the day we met
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| I began to want you
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| On the day we met
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| I began to lose you too
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| Both of us circling round the moon
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| On the day we met
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| I began to want you, want you
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| On the day we met
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| I began to lose you too
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| Both of us circling round the moon
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| The both or us circling round the moon
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| Both of us circling round the moon |