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Let's go down to the sound tonight
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Tide is low and we can walk on water
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Reel me in under that starry light
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Just like the fisherman's daughter
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Baby when the bands and the barkers go home
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They say that Venus she rises
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From out of the foam
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She dances on air and laughs at the moon
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And watches young lovers in fiery dunes
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So are you willing to wait for the miracle
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Willing to wait it through
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Are you willing to wait for the miracle
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Or don't you believe they're true?
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There's an old man sitting by the side of the pier
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He's got his cross and his camera
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And his bottle of beer
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He just sits all day and all through the night
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Praying for a vision or a heavenly light
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'Cause he's willing to wait for the miracle
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Willing to wait it through
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He's willing to wait for the miracle
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What else is he gonna do?
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What else is he gonna do?
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Now me I don't need no heavenly sign
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'Cause I got the water and the wine
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So baby please let your lovelight shine
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'Cause we're all gonna meet our maker
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Sometime
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That's why I'm willing to wait for the miracles
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I'm willing to wait them through
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I'm willing to wait for the miracles
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But I just can't wait -- for you
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Just can't wait for you
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Let's go down to the sound tonight
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And walk on water
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Walk on water
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Walk on water
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Walk On Water
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Marc Cohn |