| I hear overtones
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| That make this another song
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| Out of reach of human hands
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| We don’t have control
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| I use major chords
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| To make this a sadder song
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| An effective manipulation
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| Moonlight reflected is many times stronger
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| I wrote this song for me
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| But now i let it go
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| From the island of the texaco
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| I release it into the custody
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| Of my huckleberry friend
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| Am i making pitch or honey?
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| I’ve no idea why i feel strong
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| Am i making pitch or honey?
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| «it's the gift that keeps on getting
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| That’s the shrapnel from your wedding,» she said
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| Hey, i love you better when you’re wild
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| It suit’s you better if i say so
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| I hear overtones that make this another song
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| Out of reach of human hands
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| We don’t have control
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| When i am dark and i am down
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| As dark and down as i am now
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| The only thing that makes me smile
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| Is to remember
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| That i’m beloved of the wild
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| And may you ever return
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| To the warmth of your species |