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Yesterday I was a child, today a mother |
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And I know how much we give and take |
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What I am accused of as a child |
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My spontaneity was my reality |
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Now everything is coded, thought out, numbered |
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Who waits for you |
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Who hears for you |
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Who sees you naked, no judgment |
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The only possibility I see |
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It's to let the music flow through me |
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I'm riding alone, all the windows are closed |
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Got the echoes in my mind, hear the horns |
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When they blow |
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Touch my hand to the glass it's cold outside |
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Shake my head with a smile feel the |
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Temperature rise |
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Warmth I need some warmth |
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Can you feel it when it blows your way |
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Can you feel the rhythm of a new day |
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Oh just let your desire be your guide |
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Hold on to the feeling to keep the fire inside |
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Can you feel it when it blows your way |
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Makes you feel high |
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The rhythm will warm you |
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Yesterday, I was but tomorrow it's another day |