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Cross the bar Cross your heart The clock strikes midnight and to your surprise I'm gone Starry eyed, you held on tight But I slipped right through your fingers on that night I hold my breath Stand by for your text You're outta my league but I think I might have fallen People talk Say when you're face to face you'll feel it and you'll know That it's love Well if that wasn't Then I don't know which ways up Your guitar in the park Pulled up and left your mark With the words you use to talk And convince me that it's mutual Well I've been wrong before Like America at war Let you talk me in to thinking that I should have never felt so sure Yet I stand by for your text I'm out of your league but I still want you back People talk Say when your face to face you'll feel it and you'll know That it's love Well If that wasn't Then I don't know which ways up I don't know which ways up Coz if that wasn't love I don't know which ways up