| There’s a path that l walk
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| And its leading me home
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| And it smells so sweet
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| And it smells so sweet
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| And there’s a tree on my street
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| And it knows with each new leaf
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| Just how I breath…
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| Just how i breath
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| And my mother taught me very well
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| And my mother showed me that wishing well
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| And its those roots of a dream that cannot lie
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| And it’s those feelings that are deep that come to shine
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| And I really think that violet light you keep inside
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| Is absolutely perfect and absolutely right
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| So when the rain beats me down
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| On my window-pane again…
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| I fall from grace
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| Yeah I fall from grace sometimes
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| But then the springtime arrives
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| It brings some water to my eyes
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| And I just smile and
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| I just smile
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| And my mother taught me very well
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| And my mother showed me that wishing well
|
| And its those roots of a dream that cannot lie
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| And it’s those feelings that are deep that come to shine
|
| And I really think that violet light you keep inside
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| Is absolutely perfect and absolutely right
|
| And my mother taught me very well
|
| And my mother showed me that wishing well
|
| And its those roots of a dream that cannot lie
|
| And it’s those feelings that are deep that come to shine
|
| And I really think that violet light you keep inside
|
| Is absolutely perfect and absolutely right
|
| And its those roots of a dream that cannot lie
|
| And it’s those feelings that are deep that come to shine
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| And I really think that violet light you keep inside
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| Is absolutely perfect and absolutely right |