| Morning gray clouds all around,
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| Whistling winds start to blow,
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| Strange, the bleak sky comforts so,
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| Even the dark has it’s own sort of glow.
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| Autumn colors changed by storm,
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| Yet somehow they’re keeping me warm,
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| REFRAIN:
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| And I feel the peace as I look through my window,
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| I feel a hope as I turn toward the sea,
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| Somehow it hurts when you find what you wanted,
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| There is a dream that is setting us free.
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| And I feel the golden fire burning,
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| Outside the raindrops brush the tree.
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| Isn’t it nice things can happen,
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| Like you and me.
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| Passing by I almost missed
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| Meeting the belle of the band.
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| But something sparked so I persist
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| I never realised I’d melt in her hand.
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| Never easy, but somehow so right
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| We drifted on wheels through the night.
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| REFRAIN:
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| Nobody knows what is out in the distance,
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| Somehow it’s hard not to stray from the line
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| Some people wish to arrive at perfection
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| But you never know up ahead what you’ll find
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| So just keep that golden fire burning
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| I’m feeling fine and calm, so free,
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| Thinking it’s nice things can happen,
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| Like you, and me Isn’t it nice things can happen,
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| Like you, and me. |