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In time we might walk the straight line
But with memories of a grapevine
A guitar, as we came close from far
Forgot about the war
We barely touched
As if being watched
And even in time
Well give in to crime
Well be on the line
Pulling our weight
Many miles from where Im sleeping
You share laughter in the evening
As do I, in the great divine
Yours is mine
Well find love
The kind were dreaming of
And even in time
Well give in to crime
Well be on the line
Pulling our weight
And even in time
Well give in to crime
Well be on the line
Pulling our weight