| I know your face, I’ve looked on it often
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| And I know your words, I’ve heard them before
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| I’d swim every sea just to bathe in your waters
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| Run fifty miles just to stand at your door
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| I’ve had regrets that I’ve carried with me
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| And many times I’ve failed, I confess
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| But in your sweet arms is where I found comfort
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| Loving you was my greatest success
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| Through desolate years, I’ve wandered alone
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| And all that I am is not much at all
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| But you and I know, though I have stayed standing
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| The measure of a man is how hard h falls
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| I’ve had regrets that I’v carried with me
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| And many times I’ve failed, I confess
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| But in your sweet arms is where I found comfort
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| Loving you was my greatest success |