I can see you now by the light of the dawn,
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And the sun is rising slow,
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We have talked all night, and I can't talk anymore,
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But I must stay and you must go;
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You have always been such a good friend to me,
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Through the thunder and the rain,
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And when you're feeling lost in the snows of New York,
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Lift your heart and think of me;
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There are those who fail, there are those who fall,
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There are those who will never win,
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Then there are those who fight for the things they believe,
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And these are men like you and me;
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In my dream we walked, you and I to the shore,
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Leaving footprints by the sea,
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And when there was just one set of prints in the sand,
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That was when you carried me;
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You have always been such a good friend to me,
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Through the thunder and the rain,
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And when you're feeling lost in the snows of New York,
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Lift your heart and think of me.
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The Snows Of New York
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| Chris De Burgh |
