| If I could save you, I surely would;
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| I’d take the world with you, the way we should
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| I’d drown your violence in a sea of blood;
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| I’d drown the pain for you in the breaking waves
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| I’d crown your innocence with the golden sun
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| I’d drown your violence in a sea of blood. |
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| South-west bound on the winding A-roads — days of scorched brown rolling hills
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| And ripened fields, down to where the sun glistens on the sea beneath Pentire
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| Diamond light, evenings becoming cool and fresh as the seasons change. |
| I can’t
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| Wait to see you again — feels like something good is going to happen,
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| as if reborn
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| In the last days of summer, burned to the core and then somehow, made young
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| Once more — as if you were going to be the one crowned Harvest Queen
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| All the black will fade away in glory days, and Indian summer;
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| You and I, sun and moon, different paths, always together;
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| All the black will fade away in the sharpened days that will soon be coming
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| All love and change is one, all love and change forever. |
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| And I can feel it falling away
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| And I can feel it falling away from you. |
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