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When life's a picture of black and white |
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With so much there that isn't tried |
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A gentle smile and you begin |
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To change the scene and color in |
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And leaden weights turn into wings |
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How do you do those things |
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So many voices but nothing said |
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It's like a drum in my head |
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Your eyes are singing without words |
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The sweetest things I've ever heard |
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Instead of drums I am hearing strings |
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How do you do those things |
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How do you take my heart and turn it over |
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Where do you get the power you possess |
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Making my concrete world a field of clover |
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Turning my losing run into success |
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So much confusion So many tears |
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The sound of sadness in my ears |
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Just when I think I cannot cope |
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You lift my heart and give me hope |
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From troubled waters healing springs |
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How do you do those things |
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How do you do those things |