The morning [bad word] to paint
The landscapes of the rising day
Leaving golden rays of light
on the walls of the lazy town
Standing on the top of a light house
under the sky so blue and clear
Wandering how many sheeps will pass
Until one of them brings you here

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Here’s my way now
I’m feeling like a river
Looking for the place
Where I can touch the sea

No I can’t wait now
I hear your waves are calling
Perhaps behind this turn
I feel your tender breath

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I’m watching how the night falls down
sheltering that small town
I came a little church don’t far
Began the lights turns on
I wish that I could asleep
Gazing at the stars around
I saw the most beautiful dream
That you were here and you were never gone
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Here’s my way now
I’m feeling like a river
Looking for the place
Where I can touch the sea

No I can’t wait now
I hear your waves are calling
Perhaps behind this turn
I feel your tender breath

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Here’s my way now
I’m feeling like a river
Looking for the place
Where I can touch the sea

No I can’t wait now
I hear your waves are calling
Perhaps behind this turn
I feel your tender breath
…I feel your tender breath…?