| just like a thunderstorm
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| in a water glass
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| like a fire in the tall green grass
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| like a bowl of tears
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| that i’ve collected for years
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| just like an indiscribable feeling
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| like a word without a meaning
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| like an unexpected healing
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| that’s how i feel…
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| beside you
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| all those pictures are in motion
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| and i' d make myself a fool
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| beside you
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| all these lines become a painting
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| when you laugh it’s entertaining
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| and so true
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| beside you
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| beside you
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| now you’re gone and all that’s left
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| are some memories in a casket
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| some written words in my basket
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| and those tears that i’ve collected
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| your perfume is still around
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| and that hear ribbon i found
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| in the corner
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| that’s how i feel
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| beside you
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| all those pictures are in motion
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| and i' d make myself a fool
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| beside you
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| all these lines become a painting
|
| when you laugh it’s entertaining
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| and so true
|
| beside you
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| beside you
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| i still can feel you near me
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| beside you
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| all those pictures are in motion
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| and i' d make myself a fool
|
| beside you
|
| all these lines become a painting
|
| when you laugh it’s entertaining
|
| and so true
|
| beside you
|
| all these pictures are in motion
|
| and i' d make myself a fool
|
| beside you
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| all these lines become a painting
|
| when you laugh it’s entertaining
|
| and so true
|
| beside you
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| beside you |