| When you think about it long
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| Last time you called him on the phone
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| You couldn’t promise one good thing
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| Or adhere right or wrong
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| What you consider set in stone
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| Your lives together now postponed
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| Never certain you could live a moment
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| Without him by your throne
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| Golden old waves
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| You were born, you were born
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| It’s a natural way to home
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| For so long, for so long
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| Yeah, you’re the golden one
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| Yeah, yeah, you’re the golden one
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| In the reflection of his voice
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| To collect last words at any price
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| You course yourself to turn away
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| Familiar as it burns
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| So delicate you persist
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| And remain hardly counterfeit like
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| Jewels flashing in the night of time
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| Chasing burden from out your mind
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| Setting only with a road
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| Backward pride you left at home
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| 'Cause sadly the only chance
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| You ever had to at home
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| Golden old waves
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| You were born, you were born
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| It’s a natural way to home
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| For so long, for so long
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| Yeah, you’re the golden one
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| Yeah, yeah, you’re the golden one
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| Setting only with a road
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| Backward pride you left at home
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| Like jewels flashing in the night of time
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| It’s clear what’s on your mind
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| Can’t you hear me call?
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| Can’t you hear me calling you?
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| Can’t you hear me call?
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| Can’t you hear me calling you? |