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Breathe in the sound of the wind |
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Watching the clouds the rolling in |
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Blue, blue morning all around |
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Trying to hold in your hand |
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The time that's left you behind |
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Comes tumbling to the ground |
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Don't hang your heart |
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On things, on love |
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A name, a face, a place |
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On dreams of yesterdays |
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Cause things will fade |
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And things will start |
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Don't hang your heart on anything |
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Knowing deep down what to do |
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Still, it's so hard to choose: |
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The poison or the cure |
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Don't hang your heart |
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On things, on love |
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A name, a face, a place |
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On dreams of yesterdays |
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Cause things will fade |
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And things will start |
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Don't hang your heart on anything |
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On anything |
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On anything |
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On anything |
