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Oh, to love someone |
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Really love someone |
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Makes one solitary |
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Struggles all alone |
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Come |
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Come home |
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Come home to whatever you think home to be |
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Come alone |
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And we'll ride through the valley and the rivers and the fields to the sea |
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Gentle affections will be the death of you |
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In the silent hours |
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Who will call to find you? |
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So no more fighting with yourself |
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The war is won |
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Never ended |
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Never begun |
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Oh, come |
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Come home |
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Come home to whatever you think home to be |
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Oh, come alone |
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And we'll ride through the valley and the rivers and the fields to the sea |
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Oh, come |
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Come home |
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Come home to whatever you think home to be |
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Oh, come alone |
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And we'll ride through the valley and the rivers and the fields to the sea |
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Sea, sea, sea, sea, sea, sea |
