| If I had a hundred wishes
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| And only one of them could come true
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| I would wish that, over this distance
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| I could be right there, now, with you
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| Could we be in France again?
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| Dance beneath the olive trees
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| Lingering bodies on a deserted beach
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| Moon above to catch the breeze
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| In the night, I see you still
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| Darkened hair and a tender smile
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| Leaning out of the windowsill
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| Clutching roses all the while
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| Could we be in Spain again?
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| Dance beneath the olive trees
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| Mingling bodies on a deserted beach
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| Moon above to catch the breeze
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| If I had a hundred wishes
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| And only one of them could come true
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| I would wish that, over this distance
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| I could be right there, now, with you
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| Do you remember the sunlit road
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| We took to the coast of Clare
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| Heard the ocean on the rocks
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| And listened to the music there
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| Could we be in Ireland again?
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| Dance beneath the oak trees
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| Mingling bodies on a deserted beach
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| Moon above to catch the breeze
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| If I had a hundred wishes
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| And only one of them could come true
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| I would wish that, over this distance
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| I could be right there, now, with you |