| Don’t be bothered by the fears
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| I’ll try to bottle them
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| Like my mother’s perfume
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| She wore it only on Sunday
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| Kept it safe in her room
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| In a chest with a key
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| We found it anyway
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| Don’t be bothered by the fears
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| They’ll only join us like the sky
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| That blushes red tonight
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| And makes the wind die down
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| Calms the troubled sea
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| More out of duty than pleasure
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| But out of pleasure nonetheless
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| Your fire burns me like a favorite song
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| A song I should have know all along
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| I feel you move like smoke in my eyes
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| And that is why, why
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| Don’t be bothered by the fears
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| That sing from my eyes like carrillon
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| Ringing only on Sunday
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| On the roof down our street
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| Finally over the river
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| Ring for you ring for me
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| Finally forever
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| It’s just I never
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| It’s just I never thought
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| I never thought that I could be this free
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| Your fire burns me like a favorite song
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| A song I should have know all along
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| I feel you move like smoke in my eyes
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| And that is why, why
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| Your fire burns me like a favorite song
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| A song I should have know all along
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| I feel you move like smoke in my eyes
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| And that is why, why, why, why, why
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| Why, why, why
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| Don’t be bothered
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| Don’t be bothered
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| Why, why, why, why, why, why
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| Why, why
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| Why, why, why, why, why
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| Why, why |