| Tonight I had a happy hour
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| And loved your gentle style
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| I grabbed the day with both hands
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| It has taken me a while
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| I’ve been waiting to breathe out
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| To look up and see you smile
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| Walking through your laughing country
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| Free from exile
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| But I must rise now and leave your company
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| The world is calling and the road is longer
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| And as I go now my heart is breaking
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| Will I ever see you again?
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| Through all tribulation
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| Through all fake pretence
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| Just an hour of your company
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| Gives my life true sense
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| Like a prisoner holding out
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| For a final visit
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| I see you through my empty glass
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| And you can fill it
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| But I must rise now and leave your company
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| The world is calling and the road is longer
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| And as I go now my heart is breaking
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| For will I ever see you again?
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| What is this feeling and I hardly know you?
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| What is this sorrow as I walk away?
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| Hold onto this night forever
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| Hold onto this night — remember! |