| Day turns to night, and I turn into bed
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| Can’t get to sleep; |
| something’s in my head
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| Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme
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| Why do I fear this time?
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| It’s not a song till it touches your heart
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| It’s not a song till it tears you apart
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| After what’s left of what’s right and what’s wrong
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| Till it gets through to you
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| It’s not a song
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| Now close your eyes; |
| look into your hand
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| What do you see?
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| Life is our song, to give and learn to take
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| Time will not wait
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| Oh, won’t you please come dance
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| While the song’s still playing
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| Won’t be long till the silence falls
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| It’s not a song till it touches your heart. |
| (It's not a song.)
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| It’s not a song till it tears you apart
|
| After what’s left of what’s right and what’s wrong
|
| Till it gets through to you
|
| It’s not a song
|
| It’s not a song till it touches your heart. |
| (It's not a song.)
|
| It’s not a song till it tears you apart
|
| After what’s left of what’s right and what’s wrong
|
| Till it gets through to you
|
| It’s not a song
|
| It’s not a song till it touches your heart. |
| (It's not a song.)
|
| It’s not a song till it tears you apart
|
| After what’s left of what’s right and what’s wrong
|
| Till it gets through to you
|
| It’s not a song
|
| It’s not a song till it touches your heart. |
| (It's not a song.)
|
| It’s not a song till it tears you apart
|
| After what’s left of what’s right and what’s wrong
|
| Till it gets through to you
|
| It’s not a song |