Lyrics

Hang up all your ties and all the phones We can't let her, let her be alone All night, we waited up through the storm For you to come let us know that you'd come home Oh please, tell us about all the things you have seen About all your visions and all of your dreams It seems to me That you're set free It seems to be The only possibility Who am I to say what is to come From all the things that I have yet to learn All night, we waited up through the storm For you to come let us know that you'd come home Oh please, tell us about all the things you have seen About all your visions and all of your dreams It seems to me That you're set free It seems to be The only possibility
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