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what i find |
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will be found easily |
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and only when i'm not looking for it |
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without looking for the morning |
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in the sunset |
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and it's like this |
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and my will to live |
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hides implied |
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in my heart beating |
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without looking for fufillment |
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but just accepting it |
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oh whats this |
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is this my heart |
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and is it thumping? |
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oh my heart |
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oh there you are |
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i stopped hunting |
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i thought you would be as big as a whale |
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my nets were knit |
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my heart burns on |
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i had my ship sailed |
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and oh my heart |
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there you are |
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? in my hair |
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and oh my heart |
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stowed away |
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oh sleepy heart |
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what do you say? |
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should we keep thumping? |