| Let’s go down to the sound tonight
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| Tide is low and we can walk on water
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| Reel me in under that starry light
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| Just like the fisherman’s daughter
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| Baby when the bands and the barkers go home
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| They say that Venus she rises
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| From out of the foam
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| She dances on air and laughs at the moon
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| And watches young lovers in fiery dunes
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| So are you willing to wait for the miracle
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| Willing to wait it through
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| Are you willing to wait for the miracle
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| Or don’t you believe they’re true?
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| There’s an old man sitting by the side of the pier
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| He’s got his cross and his camera
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| And his bottle of beer
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| He just sits all day and all through the night
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| Praying for a vision or a heavenly light
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| 'Cause he’s willing to wait for the miracle
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| Willing to wait it through
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| He’s willing to wait for the miracle
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| What else is he gonna do?
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| What else is he gonna do?
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| Now me I don’t need no heavenly sign
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| 'Cause I got the water and the wine
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| So baby please let your lovelight shine
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| 'Cause we’re all gonna meet our maker
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| Sometime
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| That’s why I’m willing to wait for the miracles
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| I’m willing to wait them through
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| I’m willing to wait for the miracles
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| But I just can’t wait -- for you
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| Just can’t wait for you
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| Let’s go down to the sound tonight
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| And walk on water
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| Walk on water
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| Walk on water |