I'll be the mountain
I'll be the shore
I'll be the river
All you'll ask for
I'll be your heartache
and your headache too
But there is nothing
I wouldn't do
For you, for you, for you
I'll be there any old day in any kind of weather
I'll be the rush of blood
I'll be the rush of blood
The things you feel at worst
A stupid vagary
Some kind of curse
And I will be your victory
Your very own reflection
But there is nothing
I wouldn't do
For you, for you, for you
I'll be there any old day in any kind of weather

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