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I think the sky is gonna clear |
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Because the hills turn green as summer nears |
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But a lightening storm, a lightening storm |
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Can even happen when the air is warm |
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And I can hear that nothing calling out to me |
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I can feel that nothing reaching out for me |
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It's all so new, it's all so new |
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But my boots seem to know what to do |
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I know it's strange, it's very strange |
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It feels like something's been per-arranged |
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And yet I hear that that nothing calling out to me |
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I can feel that nothing reaching out to me |
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Kasper, I love your mother |
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I can see her in your eyes |
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And I owe you what |
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I owe her |
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Or it'll burn me up inside |
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Kasper, I'm a man now |
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Though sometimes |
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I feel like a kid |
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At least I don't feel like nothing |
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The way that |
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I once did |
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Looking down the avenues |
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But every little bend is out of view |
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Hold my breath and count to ten |
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See if I can ever take another again |
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I can hear that nothing calling out to me |
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I can feel that nothing reaching out for me |
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Kasper, I love your mother |
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I can see her in your eyes |
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And I owe you what |
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I owe her |
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Or it'll burn me up inside |
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Kasper, I'm a man now |
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Though sometimes |
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I feel like a kid |
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At least that |
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I don't feel like nothing |
|
The way that |
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I once did |
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Kasper, I love your mother |
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I can see her in your eyes |
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And I owe you what |
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I owe her |
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Or it'll burn me up inside |
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Kasper, I'm a man now |
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Though sometimes |
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I feel like a kid |
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At least that |
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I don't feel like nothing |
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The way that |
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I once did |
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Is that a light |
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Is that a light |
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Coming through |
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The gray and white? |
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Is that a light |
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Is that a light |
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Coming through |
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The gray and white? |
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Is that a light |
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Is that a light |
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Coming through |
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The gray and white? |
