| I can see you with the top down
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| In that car you keep under the eaves
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| I can see the ocean wind blow
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| Through your hair
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| And all along your sleeves
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| I see you turning up the radio
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| Listening to the DJ’s dedication
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| I can see you with the angels
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| Flying off the tower
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| At the station
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| Me I keep watching from the corner of my eye
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| Looking for some reason I should run
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| I know you don’t have your answers either baby
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| But at least you know that you can really love someone
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| I see you kneeling in the garden
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| Closer now to something real and true
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| I see you feeding something beautiful
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| And I think that’s all you ever
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| Really wanted to do
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| Now you’re blowing out the candles
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| Now the guests pull out the drive
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| Now you’re listening for the telephone
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| Of footsteps
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| That don’t arrive
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| Me I keep watching from the corner of my eye
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| Looking for some reason I should run
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| I know you don’t have your answers either baby
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| But at least you know that you can really love someone
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| Really love
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| Really love
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| You can really love someone |