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Recorded in 1982 by The Church. (05:45 min)
On a day like this, a hundred lifetimes agoYou on a shore, across the pointI looked through my hands and you drew me a lineWhen you were mineOn a world like this, a hundred turns left to goDeep in a room, which I've never seenOutside it's so cold but I'm waiting for timeWhen you were minePlenty of islands between now and thenRocks break the boats of the painted face menAnd they drown, and they're bornAnd they live once againAnd this all happensWhen you were mineIn a storm like this, a hundred kisses of snowYou with another so easily sleepWhat's real and what's dreamt become close and entwineWhen you were mine
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