| It’s been nine years and sixteen days of hope.
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| It’s been hard times, good times coming home.
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| But still we laugh hard, we play hard 'till dawn.
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| This love, an oak tree, grows on and on.
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| I feel it like you. |
| You bring that heat back to my bones.
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| Your footsteps on mine, your love so divine.
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| Your heart warms me when I’m cold.
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| And out of my dreams you came along. |
| I waited so long.
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| You can kiss me twenty four hours a day.
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| And when you call me, I won’t be far away.
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| And still we laugh hard, we play hard 'till dawn.
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| This love, an oak tree that grows on and on.
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| I feel it like you. |
| You bring that heat back to my bones.
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| Your footsteps on mine, your love so divine.
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| Your heart warms me when I’m cold.
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| And out of my dreams you came along.
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| I’ve waited so so long.
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| And when you walk into a crowded room.
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| Hope is determined the flowers will bloom.
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| Is been nine years and sixteen days of hope.
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| Is been hard times, good times coming home.
|
| But still we laugh hard, we play hard 'till dawn.
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| This love, an oak tree grows on and on.
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| I feel it like you. |
| You bring that heat back to my bones.
|
| I feel it like you. |
| You bring that heat back to my bones.
|
| Your footsteps on mine. |
| Your love so divine. |
| You heart warms me when I’m cold.
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| And out of my dreams you came along. |
| I’ve waited so long. |