| The crowd at the gate is hanging on late
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| Like posters from some lost campaign
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| Suits loose and frayed, their hats blown away
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| Sails catching nothing bu rain
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| I stand with a rope tied firm to the hope
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| That we’ll leave a good night where it fell
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| And that light bursting free is coming for me
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| Let’s love and let’s do loving well
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| Now I woke in a cloud after speaking aloud
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| To a vision of you in the street
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| Back in my room, the heat in full bloom
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| I see lilies grow wild at my feet
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| And so down the line I’ll keep your heart in mine
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| And our lungs ring an hourly bell
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| It’s as clear as the moon as it follows and
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| Taps on my shoulder; |
| I’m under her spell
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| Out here in the night where I once lost the fight
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| And abandoned all hope for a home
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| I seek out her shape, you know she is my escape
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| And I’ll follow wherever she goes
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| The hinge of her door well it groans and roars
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| And what stands between us like a veil
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| Is my fear and my doubt, but I turn and sing
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| Darling, let’s love and let’s do loving well |