| Kandy’s coming home 11.45 today
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| I’ll take the battered car and meet her down outside the gates
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| She says we’re going back to where it all began
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| Now that the prices have been paid and all the penance done
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| I’d forgive her anything to make me feel the way she did
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| I’m not worried now, I’m not worried now
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| We’re coming up in the morning air
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| We’ll cross the bridge just when we get there
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| I don’t care what comes any trick that fate can bring
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| We’ll take on any cause, anybody, anything
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| One day I’ll understand what it was all for
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| But I’m not looking back on thinking too much anymore
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| And tonight out on Black Dye Ridge
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| We’ll pull the car to the side of the road
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| And watch the shooting stars and all the city spread below
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| We’ll be cheek to cheek and all those things we missed
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| I’m not worried now, I’m not worried now
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| We’re coming up in the morning air
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| We’ll cross the bridge just when we get there
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| And all of the hours go by and the faces pass
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| Their secrets held and eyes like glass
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| And there’s always time, there’s so little time
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| For us to be but maybe. |
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| And all the hours go by and I’m counting still
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| And I see her face and I see her smile
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| And there’s so little time, there’s so little time
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| For us to be but maybe
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| We’re coming up in the morning air
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| We’ll cross the bridge just when we get there |