| Oh the moon, it rises up
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| And oh the sun it shuffled off
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| I came to meet you
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| I came because I need you
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| And oh, this lonely vagabond
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| That moved into your silent song
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| The valleys and lagoons and grooves
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| That made up every part of you
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| Rest your head
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| And rest your heart
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| And slide
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| Close the doors
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| And close your eyes
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| And we’ll fly into the night, like a light
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| And oh, the dark is passing on
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| To move us slow into the dawn
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| And silently we shake the dunes
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| That make up every part of you
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| You and I were born to fly
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| Into the sweet, into the night
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| And far into the days that grow
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| Their silence and their afterglow
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| Hold my hands
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| And close your eyes
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| And, love, slide
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| Lock the doors
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| And rest your heart
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| And we’ll fly into the night
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| Hold your hands against the sun
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| And let it warm one by one
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| The places and the things we’ll see
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| The waning of our time so sweet
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| You and I were born to fly
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| Into the sweet, into the night |