That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic
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The moment now we reached the middle
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You turned to me and said something romantic
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"I've won the race and you're the medal"
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And all the ocean liners we were passing
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Are nothing on a selling whistle
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And as the waves were rolling we were dancing
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Like we had enough to lose a little
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So sure we were contenders
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So strong and willing to fight
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But it's a long way down
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when you're far from the ground
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And I've been falling most of my life
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And though the sunshine's on
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even after you're gone
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I feel sorry for the wasted light
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Wasted light
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Spill off the port into a crowded mainstream
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Looking for somewhere to settle
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Soon enough we're lost inside the mystery
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We'll be strangers before night settle
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With so much to say we've said too little
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Back then we were pretenders
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So young and ready to fight
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Oh
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But it's a long way down
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when you're far from the ground
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And I've been falling most of my life
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And though the sunshine's on
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even after you're gone
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I feel sorry for the wasted light
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I feel sorry for the wasted light
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Ouh
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It's a long way down
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when you're far from the ground
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I've been falling most of my life
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And though the clock ticks on even after you're gone
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I'm just shaking hands with wasted time
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I'm still praying you come home one night
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Ooh
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It's a long way down
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When you're far from ground
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And though the sunshine's on
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even after you're gone
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I feel sorry for the wasted light
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I'm still praying you come home one night
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So here I am crossing the Atlantic
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Maybe see you at the middle
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Wasted Light
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Ronan Keating |