| Today get your cinnamon and pray
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| Today get your cinnamon and pray for the beauty
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| Of our land and for the secrets, for the moments
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| That we use to share
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| Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
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| rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust
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| Spinning around, swimming, jumping
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| in a world of sounds you are always in my favourite dreams,
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| lovely tender and proud
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| you may be
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| Running around searching, looking for something
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| to find while I’m still here waiting for you,
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| do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?
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| Today there is nothing left to say
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| Today there is nothing left to say
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| We all know that
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| just a word can break as into pieces
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| so as we cannot forget
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| Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
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| Rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust
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| Spinning around, swimming, jumping
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| in a world of sounds you are always in my favourite dreams,
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| lovely tender and proud
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| You may be
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| Running around searching, looking for something
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| to find while I’m still here waiting for you,
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| do you see me at all my sweet love?
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| Black and white photographs, dirty clothes, two guitars
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| dirty clothes, two guitars
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| Spinning around, swimming, jumping
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| In a world of sounds you are always in my favourite
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| dreams, lovely tender and proud
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| You may be
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| Running around searching, looking for something to find
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| while I’m still here waiting for you
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| Do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love? |