| Oh dear soul, we gather in the wind
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| Clap your hands, it’s all just like they said
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| And how good it is to be with you again
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| Clap your hands, it’s better than they said
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| Oh dear soul, we’re caught up in the trees
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| Look at me and tell me what you see
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| Praise to you, praise to me
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| Oh dear soul, you blow just like the leaves
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| And they glued us in forever
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| Just like they said they’d do
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| So we will stick together
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| Praise to me, praise to you
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| Oh dear soul, I owe you to the breeze
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| Take my hand, there between your teeth
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| And hold on hard, you don’t need to speak
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| Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
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| Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
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| Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
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| Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
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| Praise to you, for giving praise to weak |