| It’s the first full moon of fall
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| Forty miles east of phoenix
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| I’m getting ready to try again
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| Because I don’t want this feeling to end
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| So i’m following the haley’s comet
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| Up and over these mountains again
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| Heading down into boulder
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| I’m going to try to win 'em over
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| But you
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| Win 'em over
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| With your smile
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| You win 'em over
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| With a charming sense of humor
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| You win 'em over
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| With the touch of your hand
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| You win 'em over
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| When you sing your truth
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| So here I am drifting
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| Drifting behind the wheel
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| I think in one split second
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| Yeah I could just disappear
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| So here I am asking
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| I’m asking the sky for an answer
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| Why did you curse me with this gift
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| When half the time I don’t even think i’m worth it
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| You say
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| I win 'em over
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| With my smile
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| I win 'em over
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| With my charming sense of humor
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| I win 'em over
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| With just the touch of my hand
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| I win 'em over
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| When I sing my truth
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| Oh but did you know that you make me cry
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| Every time I hear you sing that song
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| Did you know that I am out here screaming along
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| And when my true north is gone
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| I search for Orion in the sky |
| And you’re there… hey
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| You win me over
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| With your smile
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| You win me over
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| With your charming sense of humor
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| You win me over
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| With just the touch of your hand
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| You win me over
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| Cause you always sing your truth
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| You win me over
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| With your smile
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| You win me over
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| With your charming sense of humor
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| You win me over
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| With your words
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| You win me over
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| Because you’ve always sung your truth |