| All of a sudden at you’re back again
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| I thought you were happy with whoever
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| Or did you dream about me now and then?
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| Did you look up at the stars
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| And feel something for the constellations?
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| All those lovers circling 'round their loves
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| Slings and arrows, dogs and lions
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| Rivers separating touch from touch
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| The comedy of distance, the tragedy of separation
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| Am I making all the right moves?
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| Am I singing you the right blues?
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| Is there a time when I could call you
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| Just to see how you are doing?
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| I said, «How is it that you come back to me?
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| You don’t need the stories of my scars
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| Or in the stars to tell you nothing’s free
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| I traded all the innocence I ever had for hesitation»
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| I said, «Won't you tell me where you been?»
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| You put a finger to my lips
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| And then you kissed me once and once again
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| The crickets all leapt up
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| And met the moon with a standing ovation
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| I heard the night birds picking up the song
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| You threw your hair back and you sang along
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| And I realized that I might lose you, you might lose me
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| Drift apart in the night, never know why and not know how
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| I said, «What if we are like the northern sky?
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| What if there are things that come between us
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| That we can’t take back and we can’t make right?»
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| You said, «I don’t know darlin', but I’m here with you
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| And we’re coming to the chorus now» |