| Don’t look too far, you can find it everywhere
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| You can lose it without a warning
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| If you grab on too tight
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| Try to read too much into it
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| You know it’s only music
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| That song — the one your hear inside late at night
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| It can set you reeling
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| That song, that song is just your own
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| Heart beating, but it can sound like a symphony
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| You hear a voice so clear you can’t tell what its saying
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| Well maybe you now that tune you hear
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| Might never end
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| I thought that I heard you singing at night
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| You know I had the feeling
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| That I, I have known that song
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| Way beyond this life without beginning
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| Who knows the name of that song?
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| Go broke and come back singing
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| Since the world appeared
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| Get write it down
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| Cos it doesn’t spell
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| It doesn’t end
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| In the still, the still of the night
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| When the wind is quiet
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| Quiet and still
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| I sit inside, the empty room
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| Waiting hear the tune that
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| Comes stealing through the mazes — writ on empty pages
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| Well I know we’ll never get that song quite right
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| But still we’re singing
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| Well I know ten thousand tunes are captured there
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| That much I know
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| Blue sun under the clouds — the smoke of wrack and ruin
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| Someone waits beneath the roses, playing guitar
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| Playing for me
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| Well l don’t see beyond those eyes — not too far
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| Don’t look too far you can find it most anywhere
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| But you can lose it, without a warning
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| If you grab on too tight or try to read too much into it
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| You know it’s only music — don’t try too hard — it will come to
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| You — yes it will |