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(Marc JordanJohn Capek) Down below on Baker Street Lay your head back On this field of dreams And close your eyes There's a few that find love On Sundays down by the sea And they wash clean like angels High above the waves so free I have no words to say to you I have no dream to take you to I have no ring for you to kiss Baby, all I have is this Pray for grace Keep the faith Walk on down the road Wait for me, look for love Are you fearless, reckless Homeless and all alone Can you make love, heal things Make my heart go wild again (1) I have no words to say to you I have no dream to take you to I have no ring for you to kiss Baby, all I have is this I have no way to hold you now I have no time to show you how I have no gold, nothing to risk Baby, all I have is this And she says It doesn't matter anymore There's a few that find love On Sundays down by the sea And they wash clean Like angels' wings High above the waves so free [Repeat (1)] All I have is on my sleeve All I want is your sweet love, baby All I saw was open space Walk down the road Fearless, fearless All I have is this |
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