| This is either the first or the last house
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| This river runs through
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| And my mind is a mad house I only share
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| With you
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| Legs are dangling over this old jetty here
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| And my light is supplied by
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| Nothing but the brightness
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| Of the milestone moon
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| Ripples in the water tells me that you are near
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| And as always it’s a false alarm
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| If you wait too hard
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| Not long now, you’ll be in my arms
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| Sitting patiently for your return
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| When will I learn
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| That soon time will burn
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| Wondering and pondering
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| If I’ve been here before
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| Or am I a new born waiting to learn more
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| I want to learn more
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| Not long now
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| You’ll be in my arms
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| With nothing but the brightness
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| Of the milestone moon
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| With nothing but the brightness
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| Of the milestone moon
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| With nothing but the brightness
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| Of the milestone moon
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| With nothing but the brightness
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| Of the milestone moon |