Cradling stones hold fire bright
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As crickets call out to the moonlight
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As you lean in to steal a kiss
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I'll never need more than this
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We all share the pain of our histories
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But the ache goes away if you could see
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This night under stars, well, I call it peace
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If you say, I'll never need more than this
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The trees grow so thick
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You can barely see through
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But the forest bestows the simplest of truths
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You think you'll be happy if granted one more wish
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But the truth is you'll never need more,
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You'll never need more
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You'll never need more than this
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Want so much in this life,
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There's so much to be
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We sail through our youth so impatiently
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Until we see
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That the years move along
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And soldiers and heroes come home
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And they carry a song,
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Don't live in forgotten times
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May this always remind you
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Of the sea under the skies blue looking glass
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Let's make this our story, let's live in the glory
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Time, it fades away,
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Precious as a song
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Cause someday we'll be gone
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Cradling stones hold fire bright
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As we watch the glow of the morning light
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Someday our bones here they will lie, and so we sing
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As the years move along and soldiers and heroes come home
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And they carry a song
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Let's make this our story,
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Let's live in the glory
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Time, it fades away,
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Precious as a song
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Cause someday we'll be gone
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More Than This
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| Vanessa Carlton |
