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When spring comes around & the ice runs away, |
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& the sun hits the top of our heads, |
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Then the dormant desires, explode into life, |
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& teh body demands to be fed. |
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Whispering sadness, like a mild form of madness, |
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Or a line from a meaningful song, |
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Turn your eyes to the lord, |
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But the churches are empty, |
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They're is now no escape from your longing. |
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Things are gonna start getting good, |
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...you hear them call, |
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You captured the unspoken feelings of my heart, |
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... which gave me a start. |
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I know i'm nowhere near perfection |
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...i'm pointing in the wrong direction |
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All i ever seem to do is sit here playing |
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Around with this stupid guitar!!! |
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I've got a million ants under my skin, |
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They're all digging a hole where the rain |
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- can't get in. |
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My world comes out |
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When the sun disappears |
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But my blood is turning sour with |
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- insect fear. |
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I've got a million 'beatles' under my skin, |
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They're all digging a hole where the rain |
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- can't get at 'em. |
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My blood will come out, |
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When the earth disappears |
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& my girl will turn to flour with insect fear. |
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Why are you forever - under the weather, |
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You're at an age - where you should |
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Be feeling good. |
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But when you hide in your bed, |
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& look in your head, |
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You find you've gone deeper than |
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You should - |
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It could be your shallowness |
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Is your strength - |