| We’re all living just to find the latest loss,
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| So cut your anchor loose and swim your way across.
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| And when the day gives way to dusk and the circle closes 'round,
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| Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down.
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| It was around this time of year when we first met,
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| You were my age and I didn’t know it yet
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| But you’d be there for every time I lost my step
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| In a world that spun too fast under my legs.
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| I’ve seen pictures of you then,
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| Like the patron saint of everything I lack.
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| And I know I’ve kept you up more nights than I could care to guess,
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| But somehow you never thought to love me less.
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| We’re all living just to find the latest loss,
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| So cut your anchor loose and swim your way across.
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| And when the day gives way to dusk and the circle closes 'round,
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| Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down.
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| I think this year I’ve lost more than I’ve found.
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| It spun me 'round and knocked me down and dragged me out.
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| But no matter how I find myself falling in around you’ve been my sore eyes
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| And solid ground.
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| We’re all living just to find the latest loss,
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| So cut your anchor loose and swim your way across.
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| And when the day gives way to dusk and the circle closes 'round,
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| Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down.
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| Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down.
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| We’re all living just to find the latest loss,
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| So cut your anchor loose and swim your way across.
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| And when the day gives way to dusk and the circle closes 'round,
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| Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down |