I will love you when the morning is ascending
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I will love you when the moon is riding high
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I will love you when we only have pretending
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When our home becomes a cover from the sky
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Well my eyes have seen the dust and then the ashes
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And the lowland and white sky of your home
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And the rain that washed mascara from my lashes
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And nothing gave us cover from the sky
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When you`re gone I notice all your tiny touches
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And it`s then that I see i`ts then that I know why
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If the days become the walls you never wanted
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Our years will give us cover from the sky
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From the sky
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Well we`ve been among the saints and the angels
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And we don`t want to wait until we die
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So we`ll stand among the ruins of our temples
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And prey to god for cover from the sky
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Cover From The Sky
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
