| I know this stretch of road, I’ve been here often
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| The ocean rolls as far as you can see
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| The rocky coast is misty in the sunlight
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| Seagulls flying low are flying free
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| Their wings are like my memories and desires
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| Spreading out to carry me along
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| And I remember everything that mattered
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| The times when I was weak instead of strong
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| Today the hills are restless with desire
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| They shudder, shaking all their blossoms free
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| The scent of dusty pines and Eucalyptus
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| Remind me of the time when I was me
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| I loved you like the sunlight on the ocean
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| Loved you like the seagulls in their flights
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| Loved you like the stars that shine in heaven
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| Loved you through the days and through the nights
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| I left you and the rocky coast behind me
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| Found a way to live without a heart
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| For I had left it throbbing in your keeping
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| And grew another, praying it would start
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| I hear the saints still pray along the ocean
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| I see the padres walking in the dawn
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| The bells of Capistrano ring to call them
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| To pray for us and sing their ancient song
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| Please pray for me you padres of the ocean
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| Pray I find my heart among the waves
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| For freedom’s left one panting for the bondage
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| And you can see the light beyond the grave
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| I loved you like the sunlight on the ocean
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| Loved you like the seagulls in their flights
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| Loved you like the stars that shine in heaven
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| Loved you thru the days and through the nights
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| I know this stretch of road, I’ve been here often
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| The ocean rolls as far as you can see
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| The rocky coast is misty in the sunlight
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| Seagulls flying low are flying free |