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We're words upon a window |
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Written there in steam |
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In the heat of the moment |
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At the birth of a dream |
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Vapors passing really |
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So i'm touched by the thoughts |
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In the fleeting minutes after |
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The time that we've come |
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Come and go, you know, where the wind blows |
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An' though i couldn't define |
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I can only tell you that i |
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Got a heavy soul |
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Tuesdays dressed in shearling |
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Anchored on belief |
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In the sunlight on the water |
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Or rain upon a leaf |
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And i'm touched by its' beauty |
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And i hope to touch you too |
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'cause i still seek the same things |
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That i once sought to be true |
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And you know, that where the wind blows |
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Tho' i wouldn't be lying, when i tell you that i |
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Got a heavy soul |
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It's a joy to know |
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I've got a heavy soul |
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We're words upon a window |
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Written there in steam |
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In the heat of the moment |
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Everything is what it seems |
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Vapors passing nearly |
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So i'm touched by the thought |
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That i can't be beaten and i can't be bought |
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And you'll know.................... |
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That where the wind blows |
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I don't think i'd be lyin' |
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When i tell you that i |
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I've got a heavy soul |