| It’s getting hotter tonight,
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| We’re riding high on wishing well time,
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| All in all we know the way it goes
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| When the fire comes alive.
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| But sailing into the night
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| I hear the waves below me cry
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| To look out below fo most of those
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| Who have sailed The Channel die
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| Throw back the staves we started,
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| Go back, the waves are calling me
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| To break myself free,
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| Roll back the maze we charted,
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| Hold back, the waves are warning me
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| It’s high tide; |
| this charade is over,
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| Too many lovers have been crossed in your wake,
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| No fine line stopped you stepping over,
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| Now any words I had to say
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| Are lost to the waves
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| For every light in the sky
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| There is a diamond set in your eyes,
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| As they shine, they glow, beguile me so
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| That they cannot be denied,
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| But you’re a dangerous game,
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| I’m reaching out to touch the flame,
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| Though my fingers burnt, I never learnt,
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| I just could not turn away
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| Throw back the staves we started,
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| Go back, the waves are calling me
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| To break myself free,
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| Roll back the maze we charted,
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| Hold back, the waves are warning me
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| It’s high tide; |
| this charade is over,
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| Too many lovers have been crossed in your wake,
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| No fine line stopped you stepping over,
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| Now any words I had to say
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| Are lost to the waves |