We've seen a lifetime since we met
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Through good and bad
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And things we won't forget
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Forgotten promises and broken vows
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But we always made it through somehow
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But the key to you is broken in the lock
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And a simple band of gold is all we've got
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It's in the things that I can't say
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That tear us both apart
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But if you keep listening
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You'll hear inside my heart of hearts
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Darling, the simple things are hard to say
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And darling the words get in the way
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The poet sees the world through rhymes
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But only says so much
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See darling, the words are in my touch
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the meaning's in my touch
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And maybe there's something I should say
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To make everything that's wrong Ok
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A simple phrase, a sonnet from a play
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But a man can only say so much these days
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And we're drifting to the deep end of the lake
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Trying to make good on our past mistakes
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And I know you're tired
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But heaven's here and now
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I've got no explanation
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Words are worthless to me now
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Darling... etc
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Touch
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| John Waite |
