| Two round little stones on the roof with us
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| We throw 'em off, perfectly in love
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| To the old ground below
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| And I say it’s so, cause I say it’s so
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| And oh, then we loosen up
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| We loosen up with the setting sun
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| Aglow in our heart of hearts
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| Which shall beat for us — they club and club
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| You know what I’m thinking of
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| And I thought a lot, about the thoughts I’ve got
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| The old wind blows
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| And we will know what it is
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| And we will know what it is
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| I no longer look in the branches of a dozen fallen logs
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| For an answer, love
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| To my old aching heart and my aching thoughts of a lover gone
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| And oh, then we loosen up and start saying stuff
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| We are saying stuff
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| Alone, in our common thoughts, of «I want, I want, but I don’t know what»
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| And won’t till my soul dissolves
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| When my soul dissolves, like a setting sun
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| Or a falling star
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| And we will know what it is
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| And we will know what it is
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| I want, I want, but I don’t know what
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| Oh (And we will know what it is)
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| (And we will know what it is) |