| All through the night we drove, and the wind caught her hair
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| And we parked on the beach in the cool evening air
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| Well, sometimes it’s better not to say anything at all
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| Your body is an anchor, never asked to be free
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| Just want to stay in the business of making you happy
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| Well, I’m just waiting for you
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| Waiting for you, waiting for you
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| Waiting for you, waiting for you
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| Waiting for you
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| A priest runs through the chapel, all the calendars are turning
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| A Jesus freak on the street says, «He is returning»
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| Well, sometimes a little bit of faith can go a long, long way
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| Your soul is my anchor, I never asked to be freed
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| Well, sleep now, sleep now, take as long as you need
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| 'Cause I’m just waiting for you
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| Waiting for you, waiting for you
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| Waiting for you, waiting for you
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| Waiting for you
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| To return, to return, to return |