| You feel what you want it to be
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| You feel what you want it to be
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| The sun rises at nine departs at five
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| Aint doing overtime no more
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| Because in this world of color
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| The brightest picture is plugged right into your wall
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| Think a little love is all you need
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| But love is such a small thing cant you see
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| I think youll find it sits in a book and
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| Changes the words that you read
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| The sun rises at nine departs at five
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| Aint doing overtime no more
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| Because in this world of color
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| The brightest picture is plugged right into your wall
|
| Think a little love is all you need
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| But love is such a small thing cant you see
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| I think youll find it sits in a book and
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| Changes the words that you read
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| The man in the moon has a cold in the back of his head today
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| So dark is the river as the old bridge of lovers
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| Finds its getting washed all away
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| There are three wise men in the darkness of the desert
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| Still trying to be finding their way
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| The tables have been laid and the food has been served
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| But the cost of eating is too much for most to pay
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be
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| You just feel what you want it to be
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| What you want it to feel
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| What you want it to be |