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Can I feel the flavor of the sun? |
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Sure as the days come |
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It appears I heard it wrong |
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In a hot, hot message from above |
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As clear as the days come |
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Was it I who heard it wrong? |
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For what it's worth |
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We have nice things, but they don't work |
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Words to say, but who are they meant for? |
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It occurs to me, we're headed back |
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When you said I was vain |
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Oh, you know I only can promise you |
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To take what remains |
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And fuse it with the will to change |
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In our own certain way we've started it |
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Are you in the favor of the sun |
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As sure as the days come? |
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To your peers, you may be wrong |
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Don't even think about it |
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Unless you have the aching in your head |
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You can't relieve |
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And to this sentiment we are in tune |
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So high |
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Go slow |
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To count the ways we should know |
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It occurs to me, we're headed back |
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When you said I was vain |
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Oh, you know I only can promise you |
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To take what remains |
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And fuse it with the will to change |
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In our uncertain way, we've started it over |