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I ve seen the best of times
I ve seen the worst of times
Been around and I ve taken my chances
(But) I could never be tied down
Too many questions--not enough answers

Then I laid eyes on you
I knew right there and then
This would be more than a passing encounter
My fate is bound to yours
I ve found a cause right here

And if this is the last place God made
And yours is the last face I see
Just feeling close to you
That s good enough for me

We ve seen the best of times
We ve seen the worst of times
Been through hell and high water together
Diamond bright and tear stained mem ries
These are the times I ll remember forever

If you believe in me--like I believe in you
Without a care for the why or the wherefore
I will be there for you
And you ll be there for me

And If this is the last place God made
And yours is the last face I see
Just feeling close to you
It s good enough for me

If this is the last place God made
You know it s the only place I want to be
Just feeling close to you
That s good enough for me

If this is the last place God made
You know it s the only place I want to be
Just feeling close to you
It s good enough for me

Me dijiste que me amabas solo a mi
Me dijsite que me harías tan feliz
Te reíste cuando tu me viste llorar
El principio de una historia sin final

Prometiste un mundo nuevo y te crei
Me prometiste la luna y el cielo de Abril
Me contaste un cuento...

Man came to ruin in the land of the Tomahawk
Where wants the Buffalo graze do high way to call this place.
Man shot them down to have some more fun
And only a few had a chance to run.

Navajo tears, navajo tears fell
Like the water from the mountains.
Navajo tears, navajo tears fell
Like...

Busted out to the halfway house
At the top of Undercliffe Road
You and me and your motorbike
In the ice and drifting snow
3 a.m. and empty, the city ours alone
And laughing through the trails of frozen breathing

I swore to you that I could fly
If you...

It was summer when they finally came, the law of force
and line upon line of machine upon machine, back into the greenwood,
closer to the heart of things we go - beneath the wires stretched against the sky,
spitting out in desperation - stop the killing . . .
The wind...

I sing the body electric...
I celebrate the me yet to come...
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun...

And I look back on Venus
I look back on Mars
And I burn with the fire of...