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Oh dear soul, |
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We gather in the wind, |
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Clap your hands, it's all just like they said |
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And how good it is to be with you again |
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Clap your hands, it's better than they said |
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Oh dear soul, |
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We're caught up in the trees, |
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Look at me and tell me what you see |
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Praise to you, praise to me |
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Oh dear soul, |
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You blow just like the leaves |
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And they glued us in forever |
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Just like they said they'd do |
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So we will stick together |
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Praise to me, praise to you |
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Oh dear soul, |
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I owe you to the breeze, |
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Take my hand, |
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There between your teeth, |
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And hold on hard, you don't need to speak |
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Praise to you, for giving praise to weak |
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Praise to you, for giving praise to weak |
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Praise to you, for giving praise to weak |
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Praise to you, for giving praise to weak |
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Praise to you, for giving praise to weak |
