| The moon blind-sided the sky again
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| As we grab loose ends of the tide and then
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| The slippery slide
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| You know I can’t say when
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| I ever took a ride that could slap me this silly
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| With rolling joy
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| Lazy as sin
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| Lying up in heaving with my special friend
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| And the space he’s in
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| It could make a girl grin
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| In the beginning of a lifelong fling
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| I wrote down a dream
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| Folded the note
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| Slipped in the pocket of my tattered coat
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| I wrote down a dream
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| In invisible ink
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| It never was mine I’m beginning to think
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| I wrote down a dream
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| What more could I do
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| I drew myself a picture and the picture was you
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| I wrote myself a riddle
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| I said, «What I wouldn’t do
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| To give something good to a love like you»
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| The mood blind-sided the sky again
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| As we grab loose ends of the tide and then
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| The slippery slide
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| You know I can’t say when
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| I ever took a ride that could slap me this silly
|
| With rolling joy
|
| Lazy as sin
|
| Lying up in heaven with my special friend
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| And the space he’s in
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| It could make a girl grin
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| In the beginning of a lifelong fling
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| I wrote down a dream
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| folded the note
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| Passed it to you, stepped in our boat
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| Sailed round the world
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| Hoping to find
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| More than the sum of what we left behind
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| I wrote down a dream
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| But what was it now?
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| And why does it all feel so distant somehow?
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| Did I take too long?
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| Did I get it wrong?
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| You’re still the missing line in my favorite song
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| The moon blind-sided the sky again
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| As we grab loose ends of the tide and then
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| The slippery slide
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| You know I can’t say when
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| I ever took a ride that could slap me this silly
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| With rolling joy
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| Lazy as sin
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| Lying up in heaven with my special friend
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| And the space he’s in
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| It could make a girl sing |