How long,
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It seems I've waited.
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I've walked a thousand,
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To see you to heaven,
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To see you, where heather grows.
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And I know-know your divide
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Between bringing in the light,
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Playing in the height of the sky
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With hope, with sweet hope,
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And playing in the pools where the broken lines
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Of your love meet.
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You take me on your shoulder,
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Sahara Mahala.
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And I know I want to be with you all of my days,
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On hallowed ground,
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But, honey every time we go to goal,
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The seeds of doubt
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Come creeping.
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Just keep moving
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On hallowed ground.
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Oh, good feeling,
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It seems I've waited;
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The seed,
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The moment of completeness.
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Sahara Mahala,
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Sahara Mahala.
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I want to be with you all of my days,
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On hallowed ground,
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But, honey every time we go to goal,
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The seeds of doubt
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Come creeping.
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Just keep moving
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On hallowed ground.
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And I get this in winter,
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Get these visions, visions.
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I get the feel you can kill these visions.
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Sahara Mahala
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| The Jezabels |
