| They can talk and talk and talk about us
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| And smile when we go by
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| And I know that they’ve been talking 'bout us
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| By the look that is in their eyes
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| So we bid them a fine good morning
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| Let them get back to their fun
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| And we cuddle up a little bit closer
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| And we walk into the sun
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| Blow on, chilly wind
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| I’ve got a real high collar
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| That’s worth a many a dollar
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| So I don’t feel a thing
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| Tell me, can’t you feel the blessing on us?
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| We have a love that’s true
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| It’s a sword and shield this blessing on us
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| It’s a lamp to lead us through
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| Now the flame may weave and flicker
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| But the lamp burns on and on
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| 'Cause we have a God who’s our Father
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| Yes, when others god’s are gone
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| Blow on, chilly wind
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| I’ve got a real high collar
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| That’s worth a many a dollar
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| So I don’t feel a thing
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| Blow on, chilly wind
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| I’ve got a real high collar
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| That’s worth a many a dollar
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| So I don’t feel a thing
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| So I don’t feel a thing |