It's been four years since that day when the news fell from the sky
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You took Iuntil we meet again' and turned it to Igoodbye'
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And I hope that you won't rest in peace because that would bore you right to tears
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You always made the richest feast of the dangers and the fears
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It was almost fine, you were almost mine
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It was you and me and love made three on a broken white line
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Well that night was long, there was one more song and then we were on our way
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Driving slow, no place to go and nothing more to say
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And the rain came down around that car like we were underneath the sea
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In the back seat, almost drowning, holding on to me
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It was almost fine, you were almost mine
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And from town to town we chased it down on a broken white line
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Looking in your eyes was just like staring at the sun
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Always thought that I'd go blind or end up all undone
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And in the end I turned my face away from where you shone so bright
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Now I wake in all this darkness crying for a little of your light
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It's been four years and now I find I've been living all this time
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I built myself a little world of rhythm and of rhyme
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But sometimes I take your picture and I turn it to the wall
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Because you are still a cliff and baby I still know how to fall
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It was almost fine, you were almost mine
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But day by day you slipped away down that broken white line
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It was you and me and love made three
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Broken White Line
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Kris Delmhorst |