| To the heat of a foreign sun,
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| Warm my love safe in your arms.
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| And the choirs of the air and sea,
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| Spend your love to sail home to me.
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| I saw her blue eyes candid in the headlight — she’s got a new style,
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| I saw her white smile digging in the goldmine — for a new life.
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| This killing time is going to bruise forever,
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| So turn it back — better late than never.
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| I saw her white smile digging in the goldmine,
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| Girl you look tired,
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| Even love,
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| Is it even ever?
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| I go out and you wear it all,
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| To see that life goes on, if I’m there or not.
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| I saw (…) on the street,
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| Hoping when your guilt builds up, I’ll find you at my feet.
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| I saw her blue eyes candid in the headlight — she’s got a new style,
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| I saw her white smile digging in the goldmine — for a new life.
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| This killing time is going to bruise forever,
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| So turn it back — better late than never.
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| I saw her white smile digging in the goldmine,
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| Girl you look tired,
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| Even love,
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| Is it even ever?
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| Even love,
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| Even love.
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| I saw her white smile digging in the goldmine,
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| Girl you look tired,
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| Even love,
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| Even love.
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| Even love,
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| I saw her white smile digging in the goldmine
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| Girl you look tired. |