On a day like this, a hundred lifetimes ago
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You on a shore, across the point
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I looked through my hands and you drew me a line
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When you were mine
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On a world like this, a hundred turns left to go
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Deep in a room, which I've never seen
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Outside it's so cold but I'm waiting for time
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When you were mine
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Plenty of islands between now and then
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Rocks break the boats of the painted face men
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And they drown, and they're born
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And they live once again
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And this all happens
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When you were mine
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In a storm like this, a hundred kisses of snow
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You with another so easily sleep
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What's real and what's dreamt become close and entwine
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When you were mine
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When You Were Mine
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| The Church |
