| In the heat of the moment
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| At the birth of a dream
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| Vapors passing really
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| So I’m touched by the thoughts
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| In the fleeting minutes after
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| The time that we’ve come
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| Come and go, you know, where the wind blows
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| An' though I couldn’t define
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| I can only tell you that I
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| Got a heavy soul
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| Tuesdays dressed in shearling
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| Anchored on belief
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| In the sunlight on the water
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| Or rain upon a leaf
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| And I’m touched by its' beauty
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| And I hope to touch you too
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| 'Cause I still seek the same things
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| That I once sought to be true
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| And you know, that where the wind blows
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| Tho' I wouldn’t be lying, when I tell you that I
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| Got a heavy soul
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| It’s a joy to know
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| I’ve got a heavy soul
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| We’re words upon a window
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| Written there in steam
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| In the heat of the moment
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| Everything is what it seems
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| Vapors passing nearly
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| So I’m touched by the thought
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| That I can’t be beaten and I can’t be bought
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| And you’ll know…
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| That where the wind blows
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| I don’t think I’d be lyin'
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| When I tell you that I
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| I’ve got a heavy soul |