| Another life, another time
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| Could there be a place for you and I?
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| Abandon reason, adopt the rhyme
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| And there could be a place for us to find
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| There could be a place
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| Oh, I flew home like a springtide swallow
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| I left the cape of good hope behind
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| Towards your eyes, so full of paradise
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| I missed the flight 'cause you were on my mind
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| Can’t get you off my mind
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| You had to know, oh yeah, you had to know
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| That you’re worth more than you ever noticed
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| That there’s less glory in a rising sun
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| Than in the day that your life begun
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| But what can we do?
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| Where can we go from here?
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| Always so far, always so near
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| Who cast the spell of our fair weather hell
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| The sweet hellos, the fair farewells?
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| Well, no one knows where the wind may blow
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| I’ve never been a man for another’s shadows
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| But sometimes I drive by the place you live
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| Just hoping I might catch you in the windows
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| Well, if you’ve known love
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| Then maybe you’ve known pain
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| It’s here comes the sun and then the bloody rain!
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| And though there’s nothing, nothing to forgive
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| If we could find the grace
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| There could be a place
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| There could be a place
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| Another life, another time
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| Could there be a place for you and I?
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| Abandon reason, adopt the rhyme
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| And there could be a place for us to find
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| There could be a place |