| I’ve waited so long to find you
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| To see you clearly
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| Hidden in fog just out of my reach
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| I knew that you’d find me
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| I was zoomed in on a narrow bend
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| Of car alarms
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| Now I can hear the french horns playing
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| Through all the dissonance
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| Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings
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| But you can see the better part of me
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| You know our lives have only just begun
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| And we’ll be old and gray before it’s all done
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| You know that I have searched the Earth for you
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| Every day, we’ll be clearing the cobwebs away
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| Trying hard to make ourselves a home
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| Out of cinnamon and chrome
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| And the day we finally make it ours
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| Then we can never be undone
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| I’ve counted the hours
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| And I’m sure we both are ready
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| Pacing the floor like something is missing
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| I dream of past lives
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| Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings
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| But you can see the better part of me
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| You know our lives have only just begun
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| And we’ll be old and gray before it’s all done
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| You know that I have searched the Earth for you
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| Every day, we’ll be clearing the cobwebs away
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| Trying hard to make ourselves a home
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| Out of sabre-tooth and bone
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| And the day we finally make it ours
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| Then we can never be undone |