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On the sixth day |
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When the word came |
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We began our journey |
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We would not break the promise |
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Lonely |
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Hasten to the shoreline |
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Just in time to see them sail away |
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All the times when we lay sleepless |
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And the weather made no sense |
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Challenge your hands to capture |
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These landscapes, holy days |
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Landscapes of dunes and red skies |
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There is only one horizon |
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Rolling thunder |
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This wilderness of longing |
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Tangled up forever |
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Hold me for a while my love |
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I can hardly hear you |
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Heal me, feel my love |
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So I find your breast against mine |
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Is this the slow tango? |
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I have no regrets my love |
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I let you press |
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I forget the rest |
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But I feel it like the rushing dove |
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That beats against the hands of time |
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With pounding heart... again |
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Is this the slow tango? |
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I have no regrets my love |
