At the top of the world
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There is a half-year sun
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The water's all froze
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And one thousand men old
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On the side of the hill
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There are no wanting eyes
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But you're a spectacle a spinning doll
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Now the hour is fading but ours is staying
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Its all syncopated to your heart's hard heartbeat time
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You may never miss a sign
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At the base of your skull
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I've got a place there still
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All my clothes spread out aI was just thinking most of last Wednesday
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I hope we're together from here until Doomsday
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We could be each other's arms
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Keep each other free from harm
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Because when it's all stripped to the bone
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My life is at home
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Spring cleaning's coming as we lose the cold weather
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Put away your long johns and all your thick sweaters
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We'll cut off all our winter hair
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Sit out on the lawn chairs
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As the sun forgets that we're here
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We forget our career
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All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees
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We're hoping it's humid show our summer knees
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Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me
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Thursday I'm leaving skip town I'm running
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It's cars and new faces and jokes that aren't funny
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But we laugh at them anyway
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I'd do anything just to kill the day
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No matter how far that I go I'm not so far away
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All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees
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We're hoping it's humid show our summer knees
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Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me
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All the humid nights parked under streetlights
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My baby's riding shotgun in her knee high tights
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She looks like heaven I feel like the devil
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In my Sunday whites
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As I slowly better my craft
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I'm still a ghost of my better half
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Cos once in awhile the sun shines on me
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In a permanent row
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Now the hour is fading but ours is staying
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It's all syncopated to your hearts hard heartbeat time
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We will never not get together
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We will never not get too old
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The water's all frozen one
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And I've got a place there still
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And we will not get too old
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My Life Is at Home
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| The Promise Ring |
