(Steve Curtis)
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He came to meet me
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On some July morning
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He said he missed me
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He came without warning
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We walked for half a day
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Got lost in my neighborhood
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Came back another way
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Just like I knew we would
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And he came to meet me
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He had some stories
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He knew a few of mine
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I had not heard his voice
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For such a long time
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My mind would race a bit
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Come back to where we stood
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I could not keep hold of it
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Although I knew I should
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And he came to meet me
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I'd seen this whole day
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Like it was drawing near
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Sometimes I'd pray for it
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Sometimes I'd shake with fear
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Sometimes the only thought
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That kept me in the night
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Was one that I'd forgot
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In summer's blinding light
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And he came to meet me
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I wrote myself a song
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I could not speak what I'd done
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He could've been here all along
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He could've been anyone
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But there is no one who
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Could wake my heart like this
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Could break my world in two
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I felt a suddenness
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I felt a suddenness
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The day fell completely still
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The dream was a lot like this
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But I never knew until
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He Came To Meet Me
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Hem |