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You've got stars over head |
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I've got a wind-chill |
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well below negative ten |
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I've got snow and I've got ice |
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I've got sun, I've got rain |
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I've got you all the same |
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I've got rain |
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I've got sun when it shines |
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I've got strings |
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and calloused fingers |
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a scratchy throat |
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a melody that lingers |
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I've got paper, I've got ink |
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I've got a bunch of notes I scribbled down |
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I think I can make a song somehow |
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And when I'm gray and blue |
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I've got pictures of you |
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And when I'm blue and gray |
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I've got clouds to chase away |
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You've got green ocean eyes |
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I've got dreams as the crow flies |
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I've got cold |
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I've got clean midwestern sunlight |
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I found peace in my heart |
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you burn like a fire in the dark |
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I've got heat, I've got embers |
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I've got sparks |
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The past is dead |
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but lives on through memory |
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A cloudy head |
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that is my history |
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And some of my friends |
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they love their misery |
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As the river bends |
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embrace uncertainty |
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I've got paper, I've got ink |
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I've got a bunch of notes I scribbled down |
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I think I can make a song somehow |
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And when I'm gray and blue |
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I've got pictures of you |
|
And when I'm blue and gray |
|
I've got clouds to chase away |
|
You've got green ocean eyes |
|
I've got dreams as the crow flies |
|
I've got cold |
|
I've got clean midwestern sunlight |
|
I found peace in my heart |
|
you burn like a fire in the dark |
|
I've got heat, I've got embers |
|
I've got sparks |
|
You've got stars over head |
|
I've got a wind-chill |
|
well below negative ten |
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I've got snow and I've got ice |
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I've got sun, I've got rain |
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I've got you all the same |
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I've got rain |
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I've got sun when it shines |
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I've got rain |
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I've got sun when it shines |
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You've got green ocean eyes |
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I've got dreams as the crow flies |
