| i was nervous in the morning, in a car, a backseat driver
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| with a handful of the chapters from the stories we were starting
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| every time you crossed the border where the water flows in cascades
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| you were coming with your sister from your mother’s in the valley
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| where the calls of rooks and ravens are the only thing you hear
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| as you imagine yourself living with no phone or electricity
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| we were headed to the outpost where our friends had all assembled
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| to receive us in our glory, where the trees cling for their safety
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| from the edge of the world, and the birds revolved around us as the sea swallowed our vows
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| and after we were married we went to our white stone cottage
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| and you took your simple dress off, and your tears fell in my eyes
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| as we were overcome with wonder at the love around us you take me as i am and turn me into someone
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| who could step right off this rock and fly out across the ocean
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| 'cos if i were to die today, then it wasn’t all a waste
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| you take me as i am, for all my faults and problems
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| and you build me to withstand every gust and every gale
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| and if i knew i was going to die, well i’d be satisfied
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| 'cos we’ve shared this moment
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| on the first night of our future we left the house in convoy
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| as aurora in the corner started sweeping up the stars
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| and we were talking all in whispers for no reason we could think of at all
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| as we clambered through the bracken on our way up to the outcrop
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| where the wind shakes the gorse and the coast looks like a jigsaw piece
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| the sun rose up around us, all neon pink and purple and gold
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| and way down below the clifftop, the sea broke on the shoreline
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| without hearing itself roar, without knowing we were here
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| 'cos it was only doing what it was supposed to, as you take me as i am and turn me into someone
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| who could step right off this rock and fly out across the ocean
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| 'cos if i were to die today, then it wasn’t all a waste
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| you take me as i am, for all my faults and problems
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| and you build me to withstand every gust and every gale
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| and if i knew i was going to die, well i’d be satisfied
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| 'cos we’ve shared this moment
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| oh, you take me as i am, for all my faults and problems
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| and you build me to withstand every gust and every gale
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| and if i knew that i was going to die, well i’d be satisfied
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| oh, because we’ve shared this moment
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| once you were a stranger, but i struggle to remember
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| now i picture us as children many years before i met you
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| on the first day of my life, when the day broke like an empty page |