By Robin Williamson
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Robin Williamson: Piano, mandolin and vocals.
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Stan Lee Buttons: Organ.
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You treat me so kindly
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how can I repay
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seeing your lips talking
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so lovely takes my breath away
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you make me restless
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but you give me words to say
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and if I don't get it wrong
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I see us all get home
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let me be your fantasy
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let me kiss your wary foot
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let me be your cameraman
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your confidant your preacher and your prostitute
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let me be your enemy
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but over all let me be your friend
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cause if I don't get it wrong
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I see us all get home
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I see us hew great mountains down
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I see us in a lovely place
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I see us naked of lies together
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I see us naked of disgrace
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I see trust born in us through honour
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and I see peace come
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and if I don't get it wrong
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I see us all get home.
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I See Us All Get Home
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Robin Williamson |