Although you've spoken many times before,
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A sight of birth he leaves you by a door.
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And now you know he doesn't understand.
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And all you need is the warmth of his hand.
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And if he'd smile your loving blood would dance,
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One silent kiss leaves you in a trance.
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And now you know you cannot live alone,
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But you will find your future is unknown.
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One day the questions rise.
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On wings of chance you fly.
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And on that day your laughs and tears will die,
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And fall as free as seabirds climb the skies.
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And you will love when love comes your way.
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And when it comes there's nothing more to say.
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And now you know he doesn't understand,
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And now you know you don't need his hand.
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One day the questions die,
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On wings of chance you fly.
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Wings
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| Tim Buckley |
