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i wonder when you’re going to calland I wonder do you care at allare you scaredwill

i’m painting my wall goldit started with just one wordto honour your memorynow the wall is

down round the bend at the end of the roadwhere horizon meets the streetpicking sea shells

time is all we havethe future is all but pastwon’t you honour meand come the tide

take me down to the place you gotake me down where only you knowtake me down

have mercy on my mindtoo wild to tame, too tired to trainhave mercy on my brain

sitting here with youdon’t even have to trysitting here with youwatching it all go by we

this is my song for youit is my deepest hope for youthat you may always be