| Blue, to begin to,
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| Blue, such a warm feeling.
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| Wednesday night in a town called Prosperous
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| In the summer of 1972
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| A boy and a girl by an open fire embracing expectation
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| Looking for songs, songs
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| To begin to feel safe,
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| To begin to let go,
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| To begin to reach out,
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| To begin to touch,
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| Looking for songs to begin to,
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| Looking for songs to begin to,
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| Blue, to begin to,
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| Blue, such a warm feeling
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| I was in Paris then, made you feel at home
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| I was the river you escaped on You were the pilot and you turned my plane around
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| We went to Amsterdam and toasted love songs
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| Looking for songs to begin to,
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| Looking for songs to begin to,
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| California …
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| Blue, to begin to,
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| Blue, such a warm feeling.
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| Now a young man sits alone in a world of information
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| Still he ploughs the song fields looking for inspiration
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| Looking for songs, songs, songs
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| To begin to let go,
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| To begin to reach out,
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| To begin to touch,
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| To begin to sing,
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| Looking for songs to begin to,
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| Looking for songs to begin to,
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| Amelia … California …
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| Blue, to begin to,
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| Blue, such a warm feeling. |