On the sixth day
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When the word came
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We began our journey
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We would not break the promise
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Lonely
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Hasten to the shoreline
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Just in time to see them sail away
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All the times when we lay sleepless
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And the weather made no sense
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Challenge your hands to capture
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These landscapes, holy days
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Landscapes of dunes and red skies
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There is only one horizon
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Rolling thunder
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This wilderness of longing
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Tangled up forever
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Hold me for a while my love
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I can hardly hear you
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Heal me, feel my love
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So I find your breast against mine
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Is this the slow tango?
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I have no regrets my love
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I let you press
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I forget the rest
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But I feel it like the rushing dove
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That beats against the hands of time
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With pounding heart... again
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Is this the slow tango?
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I have no regrets my love
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The Slow Tango
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Jane Siberry |