| There’s little left to sing that’s not been sung
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| No new words to rest on this tongue
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| There’s little left to do that’s not been done
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| There’s little left to love, only one
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| But when it seems the world has lost its spin
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| There’s always your heart left to win
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| And there’s little left to lose that’s not been lost
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| When Jack last came to freeze the world was frost
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| And there’s little time to sit and stare at all
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| Not in winter spring or summer or fall
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| But when it seems the world has lost its spin
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| There’s always your heart left to win
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| The sun forgot to rise this morning
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| The moon was still a glow at dawn
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| But I’ll never be cold or lonely
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| With your heart, to keep me warm
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| There’s little left to do that’s not been done
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| There’s little left to love, only one
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| But when it seems the world has lost its spin
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| There’s always your heart left (pause)
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| There’s always your heart left to win |