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When the sun comes up |
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I can see that you're not here |
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And the whole world stops |
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But the wind-up bird keeps winding up its string |
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And the days go by and you don't come back |
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But I know you will because there's something pulling both of us |
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Back and forth, up and down |
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All around, in and out of love |
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And I've been holding on, |
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Holding on for so long that I can't let you go |
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Even when we're apart I can feel you next to me |
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There's a hidden love connecting us like voices on a string |
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At the bottom of the well, in the middle of the day |
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You're the passing sunlight |
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Stay with me, don't go away |
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I can hear your voice cutting through the wire |
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It's the silver spark connecting us and pulling me |
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Back and forth, up and down |
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All around, in and out of love |
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And I've been holding on, |
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Holding on for so long that I can't let you go |
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Even when we're apart I can feel you next to me |
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There's a hidden love connecting us like voices on a string |
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Even when I'm alone I can tell you're with me |
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There's a hidden love connecting us |
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And I'm holding on by a string |
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Back and forth, up and down |
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In and out, all around |
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Back and forth, up and down |
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In and out, all around this love |
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Even when we're apart I can feel you next to me |
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There's a hidden love connecting us |
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I'm holding on, holding on by a string |
