| When I think back to that morning in Queenstown my heart starts to ache
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| Sitting in the shade of the hire car throwing stones in to the lake
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| We didn’t know that life would throw a little more than we could take
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| If I ever get back to Queenstown I won’t make the same mistake
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| Do you remember the water on our skin
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| Cold as ice and sweet as gin?
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| Drunk on love and life, yeah, we drank the whole thing down
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| I remember the soft summer air
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| And the golden sunlight in your hair
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| Singing and laughing and driving the coast road down
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| To Queenstown
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| Do you remember that evening in Queenstown walking down by the pier
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| Sun going down to the piano man and the moon shining down so clear
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| Drinking wine and feeling fine oh and we had no idea
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| If I ever get back to Queenstown I’ll have one for you my dear
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| Do you remember the water that night
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| Shimmering under the restaurant lights
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| Drunk on love and life, yeah, we drank the whole thing down
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| I remember the magic in the air
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| And the silver moonlight in your hair
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| Making love and sleeping safe and sound
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| In Queenstown
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| Life moves fast and years have passed, now I’m living on my own
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| I see you now and again through mutual friends, though I know that bird has
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| flown
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| Sitting on the couch in this big old house and I’ve never felt so alone
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| If I ever get back to Queenstown I might not make it home
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| If I ever get back to Queenstown I might not come home |