| Take me home
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| To silver dunes
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| Where water clear reflects the moon
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| And bluer eyes tell me they’re mine
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| Yes I can tell because they shine
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| And now you’re here, my nights are warm
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| With music sweet to calm the storm
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| You turnaround and call my name
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| I lose myself you feel the same
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| I’ll run away like soldiers do
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| And until then I’ll bid adieu
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| And from a room near Strasbourg square
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| Each day at noon your presence there
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| And now you’re here, my nights are warm
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| With music sweet to calm the storm
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| You turn around and call my name
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| I lose myself you feel the same
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| Take me home
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| To silver dunes
|
| Where water clear reflects the moon
|
| And bluer eyes tell me they’re mine
|
| Yes I can tell because they shine
|
| And now you’re here, my nights are warm
|
| With music sweet to calm the storm
|
| You turnaround and call my name
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| I lose myself you feel the same |