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There is a love
There is a life that we share
Hand in glove
They won't separate us
Climb once again
Cast off your sorrows
The long night will end
Dance on the morning dew
Casting a line to you
Safe from a slinging arrow
Think of the love we knew
How it goes on
Five days of love
There is a scent in the air
Above & beyond
The one who named us
Climb once again
Cast off your sorrows
The long night will end
Won't get the best of you
Casting a line to you
Love is a winning arrow
Fire it straight and true to wherever you are
Casting a line to you
Love is a winning arrow
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Moon glow
White light will bathe your pillow
Loneliness leaves no shadow
Where did you go?
Be cool now
Quietly up and leave you
Must I be your fool and lead you
How gracious we go
Love ends in a fire
Fire through the streets
Set them alive
Don't say your goodbyes
Say after me
I'll go my own way baby, yeah
It's a crying shame
To have only hopeless sorrow
To have no more days to borrow
The distance will grow
A new day
Out walking cold and endless
All to be stoned and painless
I'm lost in the snow
Love ends in a fire
Fire through the streets
Set them alive
Don't say your goodbyes
Say after me
I'll wish you well then baby, yeah
Raise to the ground
I'll burn you down
Before you go and break me
Burn like the sun
What has become
Of you and me
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So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere
All the people that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies
Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
And this busy inner city
Has got nothing much to say
And I know how much you're hanging round the letterbox
And I'm sure that as I'm writing
You'll be somewhere on your way
In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant
I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me
Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
Yes I'm coming home today
I've been doing what I'm told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me
Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
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