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In still water we found our own graves |
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Fell in the flames |
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Walked our own pace |
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Your loving's been a blessing to me |
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And the blessings returned |
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And all that you see |
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Hell riders out on the hill |
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Their shadows upon us |
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And they follow us still |
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Don't let them into your heart |
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We'll go about our days and keep living |
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Love... |
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This loving is free |
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I'm dreaming with me |
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We'll make it our heart |
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Love... |
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Its river runs slow |
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But it'll go where we go |
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And follow it on |
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We'll follow it on |
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Dim preachers |
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Preaching their wars rattling soil |
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I can't even hear anymore |
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To believe what they say, is believing |
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Love... |
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This loving is free |
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Come make it with me |
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We'll make it our home |
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Love... |
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Its river runs slow |
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It'll go where we go |
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And follow it on |
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I don't even care anymore |
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If I sleep in a bed or |
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I sleep on the floor |
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I'll roll over and I know where you are |
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I believe in our love and |
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I trust in your heart |
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Love... |
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This loving is free |
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Come make it with me |
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We'll call it our home |
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Love... |
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Its river runs slow |
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It'll go where we go |
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And follow it on |
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Love... |
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This loving is free |
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Come dream it with me |
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We'll make it our own |
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Love... |
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Its river runs slow |
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Lets go where we go |
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We'll call it our home |
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Love... |
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This loving is free |
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Come make it with me |
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We'll call it our home |
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We'll call it our home... |