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There is a world. I've never heard |
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Yet I hear it most of the time |
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Here is a sound. I've never found |
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Yet I feel it most of the time |
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Oh should they ever turn you to blue, dear |
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What will I do |
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And should they ever turn you to gray, dear |
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What will I say |
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Oh oh oh oh oh, don't you turn too |
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Oh oh oh oh oh, if I ever change |
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Learn to confide, we'll move tides |
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I believe this most of the time |
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Whether it be untrue, fade from gray, fade to blue |
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All we need is most of the time |
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Oh should they ever turn you to blue, dear |
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What will I do |
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And should they ever turn you to gry, dear |
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What will I say |
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Oh oh oh oh oh, don't you turn too |
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Oh oh oh oh oh, if I ever change |
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There is a word, love |
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Mosgt of the time |
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There is a word, love |
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Oh oh oh oh oh, don't you turn too |
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Oh oh oh oh oh, if I ever change |