| That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic
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| The moment now we reached the middle
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| You turned to me and said something romantic
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| «I've won the race and you’re the medal»
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| And all the ocean liners we were passing
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| Are nothing on a selling whistle
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| And as the waves were rolling we were dancing
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| Like we had enough to lose a little
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| So sure we were contenders
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| So strong and willing to fight
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| But it’s a long way down
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| When you’re far from the ground
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| And I’ve been falling most of my life
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| And though the sunshine’s on Even after you’re gone
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| I feel sorry for the wasted light
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| Wasted light
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| Spill off the port into a crowded mainstream
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| Looking for somewhere to settle
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| Soon enough we’re lost inside the mystery
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| We’ll be strangers before night settle
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| With so much to say we’ve said too little
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| Back then we were pretenders
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| So young and ready to fight
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| Oh But it’s a long way down
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| When you’re far from the ground
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| And I’ve been falling most of my life
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| And though the sunshine’s on Even after you’re gone
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| I feel sorry for the wasted light
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| I feel sorry for the wasted light
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| Ouh
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| It’s a long way down
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| When you’re far from the ground
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| I’ve been falling most of my life
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| And though the clock ticks on even after you’re gone
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| I’m just shaking hands with wasted time
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| I’m still praying you come home one night
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| Ooh
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| It’s a long way down
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| When you’re far from ground
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| And though the sunshine’s on Even after you’re gone
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| I feel sorry for the wasted light
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| I’m still praying you come home one night
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| So here I am crossing the Atlantic
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| Maybe see you at the middle |