| You can talk the the tongues of Angels
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| You can walk the thin white line
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| Raid your hearts imagination
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| Let your thoughts live and run wild
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| But all i see is this station
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| And the boat with the sun in their wake
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| Looking out on scaleplay dawning
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| And you drenched in the rain of grace
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| Walked down the pier road too the deep sea
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| It was a long confused embrace
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| But ive seen an awesome bueaty
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| I have seen the tears turn to wine on your face
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| And I wonder and I tremble
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| As you held me so close in your arms
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| With a love that held more learning
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| Than I could ever understad
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| Still the grass grows tall in the Dream Fields
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| And after all is said and done
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| But the only thing that ever matters
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| Is to love and too be loved
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| Still the grass grows tall in the Dream Fields
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| And after all is said and done
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| But the only thing that ever matters
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| Is to love and too be loved
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| Across the Big years and the waters
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| For a new and happy life
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| Treding all the fire living for the fickle and the bland
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| But i know that there is nothing
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| Than evermore than worth in your time
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| If your spirit never woose our moves your paths divine
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| Still the grass grows tall in the Dream Fields
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| And after all is said and done
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| But the only thing that ever matters
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| Is to love and too be loved |