| He walked 300 miles just to bring, to bring me bread
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| His body like a sculpture, almost decorated
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| And I’ll wake him as the dawn does
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| And we’ll break it on the bus
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| Saying, «This was made for us, love»
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| In lovers' communion for 500 miles
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| And in 500 miles will he break, break me again?
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| In lovers' communion for 500 miles
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| And in 500 miles will we break, even break?
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| Step it up, grab your phone, get your suitcase
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| There is no time to waste, a big adventure awaits
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| Sad news
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| France suffered a late snow, the blooms break through the ice
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| In San Francisco
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| A guitar man finally confessed he left that actress
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| Over the lakes
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| With hearts touched by frost, we fought
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| In the Land of the Midnight Sun
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| I lost myself
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| I lost myself
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| I walk 300 miles just to bring, to bring him bread
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| In love some gifts are simple, others I underrated
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| So I’ll wake him as the dawn does
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| And we’ll face what any lovers must
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| Blueness pales within a flames lust
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| In lovers' communion for 500 miles
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| And in 500 miles will he break, break me again?
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| In lovers' communion for 500 miles
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| And in 500 miles will he break, even break
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| Will we break, even break
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| Break, even break
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| Don’t slow down
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| We might not even break |