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If there should be the faintest traces |
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Of you in my summer sky |
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My heart would pound and race |
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And people ask me why |
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Did I pull those funny faces |
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When I walk by the waterside |
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I look for things to say |
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And still I find you |
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I won't give up |
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Don't talk of giving up |
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And every night I swear I've finished |
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And when I rise to face the day |
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Resolve just fades away |
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And so it follows |
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Trying to find strength of purpose |
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I place temptation out of reach |
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Then search in every niche |
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Until I find you |
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I won't give up |
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Don't talk of giving up |
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I won't give it up--Love this world |
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No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no |
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Perhaps its only saints who suffer |
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For those needs to which we're slaved |
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This roaad Iwalk is paved with good intentions |
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The final choice hangs on a wire |
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And there's no room for feet to stray |
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The piper waits for pay |
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And still I find you |
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I won't give up |
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Don't talk of giving up |
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I won't give up--Love this world |
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No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no |
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I won't give it up--Love this world |
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Don't talk of giving up |
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I won't give it up--Love this world |
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No thoughts on giving up |
