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AMBROSIA |
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by Carole King & David Palmer |
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In the fields of sweet Ambrosia I've been told |
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You can sit down by the river |
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And watch yourself unfold |
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You can drink right from the river |
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And purify your soul |
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CHORUS: |
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Oh, Ambrosia, Pour it sweet and slow |
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I need to be replenished, I need to overflow |
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Let my senses know your power |
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Let your holy mix distill |
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Oh, Ambrosia, Let my spirit drink its fill |
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Oh, Ive been like those people |
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Who need pain to feel alive |
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But now I'm kind of like a child |
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Who's been slowly reconciled |
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To waiting on the wisdom that |
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He knows will soon arrive |
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In the hills above Ambrosia I have seen |
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A lovely place of mystery with |
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meadows emerald green |
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And the colors of Ambrosia |
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Are as real as any dream |
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Just as real as any dream |
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CHORUS |
