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On my hands, sitting on half a chance, |
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waiting for good things to come. |
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Passers by looking through broken glass, |
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waiting for good things to come. |
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And this cry goes out to everyone, |
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chasing the sun, chasing love. |
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And my heart goes out to everyone, |
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coming undone, coming done. |
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Round and round, spinning through this old dance, |
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holding your heart with your thumb. |
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Straight to plan goes not so everything, |
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waiting for good things to come. |
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And this cry goes out to everyone, |
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chasing the sun, chasing love. |
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And my heart goes out to everyone, |
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coming undone, coming done. |
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Oh, when will i see? |
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There's more to you, |
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there's more to me. |
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Oh, nobody knows how it will turn, |
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how it will turn, |
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how it will turn. |
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And this cry goes out to everyone, |
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chasing the sun, chasing love. |
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And my heart goes out to everyone, |
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coming undone, coming done. |