| If you’re still reading these letters I send, let me try to tell you…
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| what I can’t defend:
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| My charcoal country
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| My faith in man
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| Why I’m always asking you to run away again
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| Will you follow me across? |
| (You know I’ll have to think about it)
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| Will you follow, loved and lost? |
| (You know I’ll have to think about it)
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| Gotta run now, will you come with me, border crosser, my border crosser?
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| Gotta run now, will you be my border crosser, my border crosser?
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| I’ll keep whistling on that tune we wrote
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| I’ll keep whistling for the hills we know
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| I’ll keep whistling for our hollow homes
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| I’ll keep whistling whether you come or you don’t
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| Will you follow me across? |
| (You know I’ll have to think about it)
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| Will you follow, loved and lost? |
| (You know I’ll have to think about it)
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| Gotta run now, will you come with me, border crosser, my border crosser?
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| Gotta run now, will you be my border crosser, my border crosser?
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| Meine liebe, Katharine, komm mit mir, ich bitte dich |