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I thought I'd have to pay to feel good |
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By all the pretty things that caught my eye |
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Empty as my pocketbook I stood |
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With only common sense to tell me why I |
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Can't put my finger on it |
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I can't hold it in my hands |
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But I'll wrap my arms around it |
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Then let it go |
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To come around again |
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Elusive as a lizard in the grass |
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Compelling as an ancient mystery |
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Sudden as a twister and as fast |
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As a train from Leon to Paree I |
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Can't put my finger on it |
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I can't hold it in my hands |
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But I'll wrap my arms around it |
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Then let it go |
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To come around again |
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Mothers hold their babies to their breast sisters see their brothers off to war |
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Lovers put each other to the test oceans spend their waves upon the shore |
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I told you there was something in the air |
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Beyond our limitations to perceive |
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A feeling that there's more than nothing there |
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Challenging us simply to believe in love |
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Can't put your finger on it |
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You can't hold it in your hands |
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But you'll wrap your arms around it |
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Then let it go to come around again |
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Can't put my finger on it |
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I can't hold it in my hands |
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But I'll wrap my arms around it |
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Then let it go |
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To come around again |
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Ooohh come around |
