| For several days the visitors were here
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| We saw them turned down and we watched them disappear
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| Talked about the days they’d said were sure to come
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| Had a hard time believing
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| I remember seeing you, my tongue struck dumb
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| When you first came here from wherever it was you came from
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| The power in your voice, your rough touch
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| You keeping care of me, keeping watch
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| Open up the doors to the tent
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| Wonder where the good times went
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| I will do what you ask me to do
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| Because of how I feel about you
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| I saw his little face contract as his eyes met light
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| Tried to imagine anything so bright
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| You only see it once and then it steals into the dawn
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| And then it’s gone forever
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| For several hours we lay there, last ones of our kind
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| Harder days coming, maybe I don’t mind
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| Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it’s true
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| I would do anything for you
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| Open up the promise of the day
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| Drive the dark things away
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| I will do what you ask me to do
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| Because of how I feel about you |