| The day you left this island was a cold December morning
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| Tender was the redness of the sky
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| And all along the shoreline sang birds in blissful glory
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| I had never heard their cry before
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| And nothing can prepare you for the final parting words
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| As leaving marks its harshness on your mind
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| And I’ve been ever waiting for the day the world stood still
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| Waiting for the day you came to me
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| Waking in a new day to parodies of disillusion
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| Songs become your savior every day
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| With so many faces just holding on in borrowed places
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| Hoping for the day they make it home
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| And nothing can prepare you for the final parting words
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| As leaving marks its harshness on your mind
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| And I’ve been ever waiting for the day the world stood still
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| Waiting for the day you came to me
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| Yours is the kingdom, the power and all its glory
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| Yours is the world to call your own
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| But careful child, hold on tight and pray your star keeps shining
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| Like a silver moon to guide you home again
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| And nothing can prepare you for the final parting words
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| As leaving marks its harshness on your mind
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| And I’ve been ever waiting for the day the world stood still
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| Waiting for the day you came to me |