| I thought I’d have to pay to feel good
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| By all the pretty things that caught my eye
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| Empty as my pocketbook I stood
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| With only common sense to tell me why I
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| Can’t put my finger on it
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| I can’t hold it in my hands
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| But I’ll wrap my arms around it
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| Then let it go
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| To come around again
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| Elusive as a lizard in the grass
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| Compelling as an ancient mystery
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| Sudden as a twister and as fast
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| As a train from Leon to Paree I
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| Can’t put my finger on it
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| I can’t hold it in my hands
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| But I’ll wrap my arms around it
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| Then let it go
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| To come around again
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| Mothers hold their babies to their breast sisters see their brothers off to war
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| Lovers put each other to the test oceans spend their waves upon the shore
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| I told you there was something in the air
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| Beyond our limitations to perceive
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| A feeling that there’s more than nothing there
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| Challenging us simply to believe in love
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| Can’t put your finger on it
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| You can’t hold it in your hands
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| But you’ll wrap your arms around it
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| Then let it go to come around again
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| Can’t put my finger on it
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| I can’t hold it in my hands
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| But I’ll wrap my arms around it
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| Then let it go
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| To come around again
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| Ooohh come around |