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Run with you
03:38
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When the sun peaks through the paisley curtains will you open your eyes. And when the daylight breaks through the window shades will you open your eyes. And know that I, I will be right next to you. And know that I, I will open, I will open my eyes too.
When the summer ends and the 9-5 begins will you run with the wind.
And when the hot breath is blowing down your neck, will you, will you run with the wind. And know that I, I will be right next to you. And know that I, I will run with you, I will run with you.
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Love passed down
02:36
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Lady in a bright red dress, her man walking in his best. All they do is mess around. Cuz they know it's love they've found.
Mama sees and shakes her head. Papa breaks a smile instead. Thinking of when they were young. Oh they had so much fun.
Love passed down
It's a beautiful thing, eternal spring, oh oh joy, love passed down.
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Callin
04:08
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I heard you say, that you would never go back that way. Go back that way. Go back that way. I heard you say, that you would never act that way, act that way.
But baby, that addictions callin, and it's callin your name. And baby, its callin loud and unashamed. Callin
I heard you say, that now you have, Jesus. Jesus
But baby that addictions callin, and its callin your name. And baby its callin loud and unashamed. Callin
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Dream
04:07
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Two little eyes looking out the window, watching the weeds and leaves as they blow. Dreaming big no where can't she go. Two little eyes looking out the window.
The city is big but not as big as his eyes. The hustle around him comes as no surprise. Lost and wondering what happens next. When you're not dreaming what happens next.
If you can't dream, you're not really living. So won't you dream for me. So won't you dream for you.
Two little eyes looking out the window, watching the weeds and leaves as they blow. Dreaming big no where can't she go. Those two little eyes looking out the window they know. They know
That if you can't dream. You're not really living. So won't you dream for me. Oh won't you dream for me. Oh if you're not dreaming, you're not really living. So won't you dream for me, won't you dream for me, won't you dream for you. Oh won't you dream for you.
Won't you dream, dream, dream
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Wait
05:03
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Wait for the horizon, for the first sunrise. Wait.
Wait for the tear fall, for the first laughter. Wait
Wait for the beginning, beautiful surrender. Wait
There will be the right time, be patient till the sunrise. Wait.
Oh it is well, it is well. With my soul. Oh it is well, it is well. With my soul.
Now, now this is your time for you to spread your wings and fly. Now this is your time to choose to live in real time in real time.
Oh it is well, it is well, with my soul. Oh it is well, it is well, with my soul.
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It's You
03:29
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Out in the starry night, You found me
My heart was like a glove and You wore me
Up in the bright blue sky I’m soaring
A lion on the hunt I’m roaring
It's You
The wind beneath my sales, you move me
A rider to the trails run through me
It's You
Like poems in a book, You read me
Like flowers in a nook, we fit
It's You
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7. |
Home to you
03:00
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I traveled all the way across this country, just so I could get back home to you. I jumped from tip to tip and even through the prairies. Just so I could get back home to you
I jumped from St Johns to Moncton and St. Andrew's, Montreal and St. Laurent again. Toronto to Scarborough and Pickle Lake, then Winnipeg not too far away.
I skipped in Saskatoon and in St Alberta after Yorkton I scurried off again. Then I saw a big beaver in Beaverlodge and I ended up in Edmonton.
Floated down the peace and ended up in Red Deer, Calgary not too far away. Then i saw the beauty of the mountains of Banff calling out my name
I saw Prince George with no princess Kamloops with no knots, hope was shining bright for all to see. Dipped my toe into the very cold pacific now your the only one that i want to see.
I traveled all the way across this country, just so I could get back home to you. I jumped from tip to tip and even through the prairies. Just so I could get back home to you
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Sarah Buckham Langley, British Columbia
I like starbucks, starfish, rainy days and crayons.
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