So if you’d walk
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A thousand miles
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Until you’d reach our home tonight
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We’d set fire
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To everything
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So what d’’ you think
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Through heavy snowfall
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And bitter cold
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I hope you’re packed
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In solid clothes
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Your shiny mooses
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Don’t need to rest
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It’s for the best
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Maybe it is true
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Love’s to bleed
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True love
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Is to need
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Sometimes
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It flows to the sea
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That’s why you always come
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Back to me
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With jam & coffee
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And toasted bread
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On Sunday morning
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We’ll talk and sit
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And we’re surprised
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That we are blessed
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Such happiness
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You’re so attractive
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Your salty smell
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Is my favourite flavour
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I live to tell
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That by tonight
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You will be here
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Come, I’m in need
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True love
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To need, we have
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Agreed
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True love don’t need no receipt
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Walk
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| An Pierle |
