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The day you left this island was a cold December morning |
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Tender was the redness of the sky |
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And all along the shoreline sang birds in blissful glory |
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I had never heard their cry before |
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And nothing can prepare you for the final parting words |
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As leaving marks its harshness on your mind |
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And I've been ever waiting for the day the world stood still |
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Waiting for the day you came to me |
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Waking in a new day to parodies of disillusion |
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Songs become your savior every day |
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With so many faces just holding on in borrowed places |
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Hoping for the day they make it home |
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And nothing can prepare you for the final parting words |
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As leaving marks its harshness on your mind |
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And I've been ever waiting for the day the world stood still |
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Waiting for the day you came to me |
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Yours is the kingdom, the power and all its glory |
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Yours is the world to call your own |
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But careful child, hold on tight and pray your star keeps shining |
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Like a silver moon to guide you home again |
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And nothing can prepare you for the final parting words |
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As leaving marks its harshness on your mind |
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And I've been ever waiting for the day the world stood still |
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Waiting for the day you came to me |
