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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, |
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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.(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 |
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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, butyou'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 |
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I,Know where you're goin' means nothin' to you, |
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So I pray for small miracles too! |