Dinard

Crashing waves, hands on my arms grip sufficiently
 This is love here this weekend not something to be
 And the thousands of faces look down to the sea
 For the laughter, like children, je t'aime, if you please
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 If the fires in this town burn revolutionary
 And the hours fly by, because we're just happy
 Then let the scent in the sky, not go and censor these sparks
 This is love on the highway, not fear in the dark
 And before we lie in our beds
 To ponder what we should've said
 To call up our demons for tests
 Can we love what's in-between?
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 Oh, these flags are insane, but these faces are sweet
 And the fire in the corner can feel my heartbeat
 Oh, fleeting candlelit hour, there's no need to hide
 Why would bliss make us blush when it keeps us alive?
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 Oh, can we sit, sipping whiskey and slip, slip away
 To the garden of Eden and filling ashtrays
 We are warmth from the core, we are sparks in the sky
 This is love on the highway, not fear or denial
 And before we lie in our beds
 To ponder what we should have said
 To call up our demons for tests
 Can we love what's in-between?
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 Now the weather has changed from hot embers to sleet
 When the daylight arrives, we're swept off our feet
 In a prodigal hour, conspire our retreat
 To the rivers, we forged and the castles we breached
 Give me fire and illusion and don't let me sleep
 Give me taunting out trouble and teasing relief
 I want everyone in here, to see what I see
 This is love on the highway, not fear, not fear, not fear
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 Now we can lie in our beds