| Here on the edge of the moon
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| Running from our future
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| As I look back, your heart grabs my hand asking me
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| To remember a vow you made that would always take
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| Me to the edge of the moon
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| Circling pictures of you
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| The time you sailed on
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| Under the diamond eye
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| Or for a dolphin who for a song had
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| Crossed night to bring back your bride
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| Under a warm Tuscan sun
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| No cliff was too steep for us
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| Here at the edge of the moon
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| I surf a curve thrown by you
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| And did you teach me to fly past your marmalade sky?
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| So that after the waning and waxing of love
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| You could find
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| Me at the edge
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| Here at the edge
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| Me at the edge of, the edge of the moon
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| Now I’m going back, past that marmalade sky
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| 'Cause you’ve got my waxing and waning
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| As primitive goes
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| You can stir the embers of the Lucy inside of my soul
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| Now I’m going back, past that marmalade sky
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| 'Cause you’ve got my waxing and waning
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| As primitive goes
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| You can stir the embers of the Lucy inside of my soul
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| Now I’m going back, past that marmalade sky
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| 'Cause you’ve got my waxing and waning
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| As primitive goes
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| You can stir the embers of the Lucy inside, the Lucy inside
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| Lucy inside of my soul
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| Stir the Lucy inside of my soul
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| Here at the edge
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| Me at the edge of, the edge of the moon |