| Her eyes could have only been born of this ocean
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| Delph blue, longing and weepy, they want me so much to want you
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| All wrapped up beside you and winded after you’ve taken me
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| My mind’s roaming free, dozing, dazing, drifting out of this evening
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| With a verse so sweetly sung
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| And to a world we’ve longed to come
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| But somehow we are not one
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| And all her lavender meadows, so fragrant and beautiful
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| And at your dining room table, the sun falls on my face so warm
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| And all the turbulent highways I’ve taken to get here
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| To you in this home in this moment, for that I am grateful
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| Though this house feels like an old lost song
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| That calls for me to play along
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| Somehow I don’t belong
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| The night lit by moon, the day sun
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| Oh baby, I’m wondering how come
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| The light is nearly gone
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| Her soul could have only been born of a wild oak
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| So far reaching and swaying and free, but stands stoically alone
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| When the skies come apart, she leans over so helpless and cowering
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| Until the storms come to cease and somehow she’s the only one standing
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| And though we’ve grown so close, my love
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| And though these nights we’ve spent so many of
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| A part of me is numb
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| Her eyes look up to me, so open and true
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| Our window’s in perfect clear view
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| That somehow I can’t see through |