Crackle in the lines so far away, the late night DJ starts to play
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That sacred song goes phasing through the airwaves of the night
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Beyond the lonely light house beam, beyond these black and restless dreams
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She'll wake before I go to sleep in the silver morning light
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Ch: Carry these words over the ocean, carry these words over the sea
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Tell her that I'm thinking of her - does she ever think of me?
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Out in the drizzle of the dirty rain, I walk the square alone again
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Reflections of the neon shines in colours on the ground
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Beyond the woods and the open fields, the long and empty highway miles
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She lies beneath these very skies, sleeping sound
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Ch: Carry these words over the ocean, carry these words over the sea
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Tell her that I'm thinking of her - does she ever think of me?
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And the promises that we made - and the place we loved so well
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The storm clouds of her eyes, a sadness thunder never still
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| New Model Army |
