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Like a field of grass on a hill so dry |
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That the air won't move and the birds won't fly |
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When the ruthless sun of your tender gaze |
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Ignites a spark that becomes a blaze |
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My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart |
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Like a lotus pod with no ground to stake |
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Floating freely on a silent lake |
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And I can't say how or exactly when |
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But my guard was down and you moved in |
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My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart |
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Like a canyon call when the walls are sheer |
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And an impulse there is an impulse here |
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Fill a different glass with the same, sweet wine |
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And we'll call that yours and we'll call this mine |
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My heart, your heart, my heart, our heart |
