| Well, it’s a long way out to reach the sea
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| But I’m sure i’ll find you waiting there for me
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| And by the time I blink, I’ll see your wild arms swinging
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| Just to meet me in the middle of the road
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| And you’ll hold me like you’ll never let me go
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| And beside the salty water, I could hold you close
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| But you are far too beautiful to love me
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| But it’s a long climb up the dusty mountain
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| To build a turret tall enough to keep you out
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| But when you wage your wars against the one who adores you
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| Then you’ll never know the treasure that you’re worth
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| But I’ve never been a wealthy one before
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| I’ve got holes in my pockets burned by liars' gold
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| And I think I’m far too poor for you to want me
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| It’s been a long road, losing all I’ve owned
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| You don’t know what you’ve got until you’re gone
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| It’s a nasty habit, spending all you have, but
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| When you’re doing all the leaving, then it’s never your love lost
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| If you leave before the start, then there was never love at all
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| Heaven knows I’m prone to leave the only God I should have loved
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| Yet you’re far too beautiful to leave me |