| Late in the evenin', down by the dock,
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| Watchin' the birds in the sky.
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| You and me walkin', wingcoed with song,
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| And watchin' your beautiful eyes.
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| Oh-----we need another day,
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| The pills that you’re takin', they take you away,
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| And I know where you’re goin', is all up to you.
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| But I pray for small miracles too.
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| Over and over, I’m asking myself,
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| What in the world could go wrong?
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| Leave all the guilt and the lies on the shelf.
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| I hid them away for so long.
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| Oh----We should be home again,
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| The things that you’re doin', they’re fencing you in,
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| And the life that your livin', means nothin' to you.
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| So I pray for small miracles too.
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| (musical interlude)
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| Nights are all back again, back to an easier time.
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| You standin' over me, is a pictire I hold in my mind.
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| I heard that you’re leavin', you’re packin' your stuff.
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| Fadin' away like the sun.
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| I wish you’de come over, and tell me yourself, but
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| you’de have to know what you’ve done.
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| Oh----I need another day, the pills that you’re takin',
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| They take you away, and I,
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| Know where you’re goin' means nothin' to you,
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| So I pray for small miracles too! |