| Winter’s people watching
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| As I sail from season’s four
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| To join some crazy ladies
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| In a game upon the shore
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| None of them with broken wings
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| But still refuse to fly
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| So with sweetness on my lips
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| I smile a last goodbye
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| And now I spend my life
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| On the velvet side of hell
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| Aimlessly here searching
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| For what I cannot tell
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| The quietness is terrible
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| It’s more than I can stand
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| But thousands now stand cheering
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| As my blood flows in the sand
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| Spoken: You’re not the child
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| You thought you were
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| You wake up in the night
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| And know you’re blind
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| And yet they keep on pushing
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| Trying the insides of your mind
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| Forever, forever arresting to control
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| Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul
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| Rise up with the new dawn’s early morning
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| Feel the sunshine warm upon your face
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| Tomorrow’s come a long, long way to help you
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| Yes, it’s your saving grace
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| Every day, every way
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| Tomorrow, it’s your saving grace
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| Well, now got no time to worry
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| Cause I’ve got no time to hurry
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| Baby, it’s your saving grace
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| Now don’t you lay those blames on me
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| Don’t you play those games on me
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| Cause baby it’s your saving grace
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| You got to need a little lovin'
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| Now baby it’s your saving grace
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| Hey, I feel alright
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Your saving grace
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| Ah, hey, hey, hey
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| Your saving grace
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| La la la la la la la la…
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| Oh baby, it’s your saving grace |