| I’m thinking if this was a harbour
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| How would that make us feel?
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| If we walked quietly through the hours
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| In the scent of the sea
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| I’m thinking if there was an hour
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| When you could say anything to me
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| The harbour is a mirage
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| It’s just a thought inside of me
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| Just thinking if this was a cottage
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| And you saw me on the hill
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| Would you invite me for some coffee
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| And then have time stand still?
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| I’m just thinking about the time
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| And how it ends so brutally
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| The cottage is a mirage
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| No time like that could be
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| But surely it looks like a house to me
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| I’m thinking if this was an island
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| Where our summers would be
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| What do you think would happen
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| If all time we had was free?
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| Just thinking about the summer
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| And where it is taking me
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| The island is a mirage
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| Soon I’ll have to veer
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| But surely it looks like land to me
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| I’m thinking if this was a tavern
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| And would say hello
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| Pleasures by the hour
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| I dream of so much more
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| I’m dreaming of a harbour
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| A coast and the open sea
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| They are all a mirage
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| So is the man in front of me
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| But surely he looks like a man to me |