| I thought I heard the angels sing,
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| But you probably didn’t hear a thing.
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| Over the Atlantic,
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| They were singing out your name
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| I wish that it got carried to you by the waves
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| Over the Atlantic,
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| To be where you are
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| Oh, to be where you are.
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| And keep your eyes bright
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| You know I’d swim to you my love
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| High tide
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| And I don’t care if it takes me under
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| Bright eyes
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| You know I’d swim to you, my love
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| High tide
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| And I don’t care if it takes me under
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| I’ve been without you now for 65
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| Only more day till I fly
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| Over the Atlantic
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| What a glorious wait it’s been
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| Felt the sea separate our skin
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| But I’m coming back
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| I’m coming back
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| To be where you are
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| Oh, to be where you are
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| And keep your eyes bright
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| You know I’d swim to you my love
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| High tide
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| And I don’t care if it takes me under
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| Bright eyes
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| You know, I’d swim to you my love
|
| High tide
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| And I don’t care if it takes me under
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| And keep your eyes bright
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| You know I’d swim to you my love
|
| High tide
|
| And I don’t care if it takes me under
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| Bright eyes
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| You know I’d swim to you my love
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| High tide
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| And I don’t care if it takes me under |