| I’m blessed with a heart that doesn’t stop
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| My minds a weathervane it spins around just like a top
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| Knows what the winds of fortune bring
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| In the season of the witch
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| Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth
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| Oh how the circumstances change (ooohhhh)
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| This world is smoke and steam
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| Compromise and metermaids
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| I’m going to leave here before to long
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| Zigzagging toward the light
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| I’m off to sing my boundless song
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| True love it hides like city stars
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| Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate
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| How near or far
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| If it comes, it comes quite unannounced
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| A momentary glance
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| Lit up by sun or moon
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| Or bonfire or ambulance
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| Oh how the circumstances change (ooohhhh)
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| Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came
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| But you will know it when it’s gone
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| Zigzagging through the night
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| I’ve heard you sing your boundless song
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| How did you sing the boundless song?
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| How did you sing? |
| How did you sing?
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| Sing for the founders his word is never kept
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| A bindle of flowers to state his mind
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| And bloom when he forgets
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| It’s true that shadows tell the time
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| On sunny afternoons, on crowded sidewalks, passersby
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| I’m in a queue that stretches out
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| Far as the eye can see
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| It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity
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| Oh how the circumstances change (ooohhhh)
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| I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range
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| I find a place to come undone
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| Zigzagging toward you now
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| I sing out loud our boundless song |