If she were the ocean and I was a sailor
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I’d meet her where her hand touched the shore.
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I’d pull up my anchor aching to sail her
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Forgo the sand azure I adore.
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Chorus
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We could see the world
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We could speak the twisted speak of love
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(no voice or sound)
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…nothing more to say.
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If she were the blue sky and I was a sparrow
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and I’d bathe within the folds of her dress
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She’d open and invite, cradle me in flight,
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Soak me in daylight, get me to fly right
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Hold me and caress.
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Chorus
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There’s no need for me to tell you how fine you are.
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There’s no need for me to mention how you outshine the stars
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There are no adjectives commonplace or avant garde
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There’s nothing more to say
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We could see the world
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We could speak the twisted speak of love
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Chorus
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There’s no need for me to tell you how fine you are.
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There’s no need for me to mention how you outshine the stars
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There are no adjectives commonplace or avant garde
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There’s nothing more to say
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Nothing More To Say
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| David Ryan Harris |
