Cold misty evening
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I watched you walking up the path
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Up to the front door
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Your footsteps in the grass
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We've been here before
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You out there while I'm stuck in here
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Looking out from the bedroom
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With a crack in the glass
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So, Priscilla this is a warning
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Trying to tell this is a war
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No goodbyes and no time for mourning
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Now we'll see what see what this love is for
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I believe in springtime
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I believe in dead leaves in the wind
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And I know that endings
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Are the best place to begin
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But when I watched you coming
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And I saw you brush up against the ferns
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All I could think was
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If they're wet will they ever burn?
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So, Priscilla this is a warning
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Trying to tell this is a war
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No goodbyes and no time for mourning
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Now we'll see what see what this love is for
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What's it for?
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What's it for?
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What's it for?
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And there in the blue moonlight
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You stopped and turned toward the ocean
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And you were so still standing
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I wondered if you would ever tuned around
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Cold misty evening
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I watched you walking up the path
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Up to the front door
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Your footsteps in the grass
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I could see you thinking
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And I had a notion that that wasn't good
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But you put your boot on the first step
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And I could hear the creak in the wood
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So, Priscilla this is a warning
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Trying to tell this is a war
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No goodbyes and no time for mourning
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Now we'll see what see what this love is for
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What's it for?
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What's it for?
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What's it for?
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So, Priscilla this is a warning
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Trying to tell this is a war
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No goodbyes and no time for mourning
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Now we'll see what see what this love is for
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So, Priscilla this is a warning
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Trying to tell this is a war
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No goodbyes and no time for mourning
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Now we'll see what see what this love is for
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Priscilla
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Sea Wolf |