| I think about the life I live
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| A figure made of clay
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| And think about the things I lost
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| The things I gave away
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| And when I’m in a certain mood
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| I search the house and look
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| One night I found these magic words
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| In a magic book
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| Throw it away
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| Throw it away
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| Give your love, live your life
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| Each and every day
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| And keep your hand wide open
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| And let the sun shine through
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| 'Cause you can never lose a thing
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| If it belongs to you
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| There’s a hand that rocks the cradle
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| And a hand that helps us stand
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| With a gentle kind of motion
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| As it moves across the land
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| And the hand’s unclenched and open
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| Gifts of life and love it brings
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| So keep your hand wide open
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| If you’re needing anything
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| Throw it away
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| Throw it away
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| Give your love, live your life
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| Each and every day
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| And keep your hand wide open
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| And let the sun shine through
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| 'Cause you can never lose a thing
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| If it belongs to you
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| There’s a natural obligation
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| To what we own and claim
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| Possessing and belonging to
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| Acknowledging a name
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| So keep your hand wide open
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| If you’re needing love today
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| Cause you can’t lose it even if you
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| Throw it all away
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| Throw it away
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| Throw it away
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| Live your life, give your love
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| Each and every day
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| And keep your hand wide open
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| And let the sun shine through
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| 'Cause you can never lose a thing
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| If it belongs to you |