| I could never understand it
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| Why you turned me away
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| There’s no ordinary living
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| In an ordinary day
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| You seem to be every wind
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| That blows through my dreams
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| You seem to be every picture
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| In every magazine
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| Being with you
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| Being with you
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| Has just left me broken-hearted
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| Being with you
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| Being with you
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| Please, kill the pain inside
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| I’ve been singing for mountains
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| And talking to trees
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| Early mornings I rise
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| Feeling weak in the knees
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| You’re the blood in my veins
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| There’s really no doubt, oh no
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| You’re that sweet summer rain
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| At the end of the cloud, nanah
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| Being with you
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| Being with you
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| Has just left me broken-hearted
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| Being with you
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| Being with you
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| Please, kill the hurt inside
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| Watch the sunlight on my wall
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| A postcard down the hall
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| It’s oh so pretty
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| A voice is speaking very slow
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| From the cellphone down below
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| Don’t ever leave me
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| I could never understand it
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| Why you’d bring me to die
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| Ask the moon and the stars
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| Or the birds in the sky
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| Being with you
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| Being with you
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| Has just left me broken-hearted
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| Being with you
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| Being with you
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| Please, kill the pain inside |