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If I had a crystal ball, I would throw it against the wall |
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'Cause some things you just don't wanna know |
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So don't try to read my palm or predict what we'll become |
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'Cause the real thing just needs space to grow |
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I do believe in us, but |
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But you can't fast forward through |
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The kinda deep only time can prove |
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What's the rush, baby, trust what faith can do |
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CHORUS |
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Let's not play the game of love with scared money |
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Let's not say what we'll become |
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Let's just roll the dice and throw away the cards |
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You don't have to push so hard |
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'Cause the gypsy in me needs to roam your heart |
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You know I would live my life |
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Out of a suitcase every night |
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Before I'd let you tie me down |
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So just lean back and relax |
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Feel your bare feet in the grass |
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And let love run on open ground |
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I do believe in you, but |
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You can't tell a bird not to fly |
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You can't tell the sun when to shine |
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What's the rush, baby, we can take our time |
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CHORUS |
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The finest tapestry takes patience and the ability to wait |
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For each thread to support the bigger picture and the larger purpose |
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And in the fearless, reackless pursuit of intimate love |
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It is not the destination it's the journey |
