| She tells me that time will heal all our wounds
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| She points to her heart and says, «Here is your proof»
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| She shows me the scar where the arrow went through
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| Broken by one, now it’s beating for two
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| Come on little soldier, come fight for me
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| I love you in the land, I love you in the sea
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| Kiss me on the low, let’s make memories
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| Don’t be afraid of what we might be
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| Cos in this life there’s no guarantees
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| He said, «Everything is rosy down on Easy Street»
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| Buildings could fall, you could be underneath
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| But I’ll be right there with a shovel and relief
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| Singing, «Follow my voice, you will soon be free»
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| Reaching the rubble, pull you up to me
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| Wash away the stain with the cold concrete
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| Singing, «My dear, it was just a bad dream»
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| As my body grows up, I don’t want to grow cold
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| This is all I know
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| Few weeks passed, I wanted time to think
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| I made a little list of the things I need
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| Held it up to yours, they were all in synch
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| Called you on the phone, said, «Honey, it’s me»
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| Baked us a cake and I cut it in three
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| Gonna sit here and wait til we both find peace
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| Take a left at the light, you’ll be on my street
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| House with the ribbon tied around the old tree
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| Lift up the mat and you will find my key
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| Slide it in the lock and you will soon be free
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| The clink will crack those old memories
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| Singing, «My dear, it was just a bad dream»
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| As my body grows up, I don’t wanna grow cold
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| But this is all I know
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| We’re gonna finish this place up
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| Turn it into a world of our own
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| It’s gonna spread like good news
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| In the streets and the village and the windows and the homes
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| We’re gonna give it a fresh go
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| It’s gonna feel like New Years Day
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| Where everything before this will all be dissolved in the flicker of the flame
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| We’re gonna finish this place up
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| Turn it into a world of our own
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| It’s gonna spread like good news
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| In the streets and the village and the windows and the homes
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| We’re gonna give it a fresh go
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| It’s gonna feel like New Years Day
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| Where everything this will all be dissolved in the flicker of the flame
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| Uh huh uh huh huh we’re on our own |