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[ti:Heart Attack] |
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[ar:Patrik Hammond] |
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[al:Only If You Can Hear Me] |
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The peace of a poet's heart; the sounds of mozart. |
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A little girl smilin' on an island. |
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Everyday's a new day, that's what they all say. |
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I'm makin' sure that I don't have a heart attack. |
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My heart keeps the love in my chest |
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and my mouth sings about the rest. |
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And my feet stand on the ground, |
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the ground that shakes below me. |
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The church is the people,not the steeple |
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The bread is the body,that's what got me. |
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Music is an artform, steady as a black horese. |
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Write what you feel and not what you steal. |
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My herat keeps the love in my chest |
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and my mouth sings about the rest. |
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And my feet stand on the ground, |
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the ground that shakes below me. |
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My hands, they write the words |
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But I know I'm not the first. |
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My eyes, they look back on |
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The ones that came before me. |
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Lovely to meet you, can I keep you? |
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Covered by a thimble, let's rekindle |
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A love we had a hundred years back |
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I'm making sure that I don't have a herat attack |
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My herat keeps the love in my chest |
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and my mouth sings about the rest. |
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And my feet stand on the ground, |
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the ground that shakes below me. |
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My hands, they write the words |
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But I know I'm not the first. |
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My eyes, they look back on |
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The ones that came before me. |
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Laying in a bed, the nurse just said, |
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"I'm makin' sure that you don't have a heart attack." |
