| Eternal afternoons — lying there and listening
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| We’re making plans for someone else to come
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| So how much freedom we got left?
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| Just enough to grab a coffee in the square
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| Suddenly bells go clang — sweat scared in a taxi cab
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| Then the quiet words are not enough
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| And I am waiting for some sign
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| For the man I am will change before it’s light
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| There’s gonna be miracles tonight
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| She makes a sound like I’ve never heard
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| Every move you make you’ve never made
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| But only if I hold you tight
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| Will you understand the chaos has an end
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| Stumbling through that door — somebody ripped up the rules
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| All the paper cups and paperbacks
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| They bow their heads and hear that sound
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| And they know they got a new place right in this life
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| Never thought it would be so right
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| She makes a sound like I’ve never heard
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| It’s a cry that says «hey now now you better watch out world»
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| She makes a sound and I’m bright and clear
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| Hold away that pain — kiss away that fear
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| Now is the best of times — little dictionary girl
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| Every moment like a harvesting
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| But autumn just can’t seem to end
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| And the universe contracts into her smile
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| And she will sing to me a while…
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| She makes a sound like I’ve never heard
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| It’s a cry that says
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| «You better watch out world!» |