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My fingers jingle round and round |
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Forget that it may come to miss my days alone |
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I should have seen this one for long |
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For many thousand dollars blew it in the sound |
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I love you too as I love everyone |
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Let the waves of inspiration |
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Coming for their daily happenings |
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For they can move me |
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Then everyone placed bells into their homes |
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But could anyone know that energy is brief? |
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How could this missed thing bring me back to you? |
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I was innocent alone |
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I could have told you |
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I could have told you |
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Oh, oh |
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I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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Oh, oh |
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I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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I could have told you |
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I know, I know, I know |
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So this is when I could sit down |
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And explain what all this means |
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I'm calling into faith |
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I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know |
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Is anyone listening to the words you wrote? |
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Else me? |
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Has anyone perceived the innocence of \"well it's over\"? |
