| Well you crossed the border in '59
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| You left your family, your loved ones behind
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| And they say that love is the water that keeps you strong
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| Well I know that I’ve been thirsting for you for too long
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| Well you crossed the border in '59
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| You left your family, your loved ones behind
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| And they say that love is the water that keeps you strong
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| Well I know that I’ve been thirsting for you for too long
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| You picked it up and traveled down
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| You’ve seen the sun rise over this town
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| You gave me a smile and you told the truth
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| Well I know not what I can expect from you
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| A lonely ride through a quiet town
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| A solemn soul whose tales are old and they show their shrouds
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| I, well, I know not what I can expect from you
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| With leathered skin, pales eyes of blue
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| A smile that shines high above two worn out boots
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| I, well, I know not what I can expect from you
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| I know not, what I can expect from you
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| I know not, what I can expect from you
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| I know not, what I can expect from you
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| I know not, what I can expect from you
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| You told me you’d hold me and I watched you go your way
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| You picked it up, you traveled down
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| You’ve seen the sun rise over this town |