| The wind picks up
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| And the birds surround us
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| You cover up you settle down
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| Drink from the well, drink from the fountain
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| It feels like a Sunday the morning took over
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| And left me with no clue
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| There’s no one
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| There’s nothing colliding together
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| You’re moving me some way
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| And you are the theme of the day
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| Your words go deeper
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| And I thank you
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| And I thank you
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| We’ll be back tomorrow
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| In a place where there are no limits
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| We don’t draw the line for anyone
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| Drink from the well, drink from the fountain
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| No, it feels like Sunday the morning took over
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| And left me with no clue
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| There’s no one
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| There’s nothing colliding together
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| You’re moving me some way
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| You are the theme of the day
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| Your, your words go deeper
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| And I thank you
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| And I walk away
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| And I walk away
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| And the wind picks up
|
| And the birds surround us
|
| You cover up you settle down
|
| Drink from the well, drink from the fountain
|
| It feels like a Sunday the morning took over
|
| And over and left me with no clue
|
| There’s no one, no one
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| There’s nothing
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| Colliding together
|
| You’re moving me some way
|
| And you are the theme of the day
|
| It feels like a Sunday the morning took over
|
| And over and left me with no clue
|
| There’s no one
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| No one nothing
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| Colliding together
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| You’re moving me some way
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| And you are the theme for the day |