| Thanks to you
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| I’ve got a reason to get outta bed make a move or two
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| Thanks to you
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| There’s a net below cause otherwise well I don’t know
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| And thanks to you
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| There are promises of laughs and loves and labyrinths
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| And reason to suspect that I’m meant for this
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| A smile a song a tender kiss
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| Thanks to you
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| Thanks to you
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| There’s a thing I think I know
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| I really mean or variations on that theme
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| Thanks to you
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| I have time to turn time to cool and time to burn
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| And thanks to you
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| There’s something suddenly too good to miss
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| In other words a way through this
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| And just when one might feel so perfectly alone
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| There’s someone else’s stuff to trip on besides ones own
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| Thanks to you
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| One can only guess what happens next
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| As it is I balk and stumble through a world gone quite absurd
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| Dodging shadows lurching through the rain
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| I’m not complaining but I’m caught
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| With or without you I’d have to get through this anyway
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| So where does the genius go when business is slow
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| And even dreaming has a way of scheming to get you down
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| Likely off at some chateau so how would he know
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| It gets as lonely up there as anywhere
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| Where moving over to make room once seemed impossible
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| It’s not impossible
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| That one handed applause
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| That unspoken word
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| That treefall in the forest someone finally heard
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| Thanks to you |