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Sting |
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Mercury Falling |
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I Was Brought To My Senses |
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Alone with my thoughts this evening |
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I walked on the banks of Tyne |
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I wondered how I could win you |
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Or if I could make you mine |
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Or if I could make you mine |
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The wind it was so insistent |
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With tales of a stormy south |
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But when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree |
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There came a dryness in my mouth |
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Came a dryness in my mouth |
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For then without rhyme or reason |
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The two birds did rise up to fly |
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And where the two birds were flying |
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I swear I saw you and I |
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I swear I saw you and I |
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I walked out this morning |
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It was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes |
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For the first time I saw the work of heaven |
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In the line where the hills had been married to the sky |
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And all around me every blade of singing grass |
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Was calling out your name and that our love would always last |
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And inside every turning leaf |
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Is the pattern of an older tree |
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The shape of our future |
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The shape of all our history |
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And out of the confusion |
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Where the river meets the sea |
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Came things I'd never seen |
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Things I'd never seen |
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I was brought to my senses |
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I was blind but now that I can see |
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Every signpost in nature |
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Said you belong to me |
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I know it's true |
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It's written in a sky as blue |
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As blue as your eyes, as blue as your eyes |
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If nature's red in tooth and claw |
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Like winter's freeze and summer's thaw |
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The wounds she gave me |
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Were the wounds that would heal me |
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And we'd be like the moon and sun |
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And when our courtly dance had run |
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Its course across the sky |
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Then together we would lie |
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And out of the confusion |
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Where the river meets the sea |
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Something new would arrive |
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Something better would arrive |
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I was brought to my senses |
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I was blind but now that I can see |
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Every signpost in nature |
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Said you belong to me |
