| Yes a heart will always go one step too far
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| Come the morning and the four corners I see
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| What the moral of the back story could be
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| Come with me, go places
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| And a heart will always stay one day too long
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| Always hoping for the hot flashes to come
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| For the glue to dry on our new creation
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| Come with me, go places
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| Come head on, full circle
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| Our arms fill with miracles
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| Play hearts, kid, they work well
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| Like classics play aces
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| Stay with me, go places
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| Once more for the ages
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| Yes a heart should always go one step too far
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| Come the morning and the day winding like dreams
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| Come the morning every blue shade of green
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| Come with me, go places
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| Come head-on, full circle
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| Our arms fill with miracles
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| Play hearts, kid, they work well
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| Like magic, play aces
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| Stay with me, go places
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| Once more for the ages
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| Come one now, come all ye
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| This story breaks free here
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| Tales from the back pages
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| From somewhere, Encida
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| Deus ex machina
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| Good morning, Christina
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| Come head on, full circle
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| Our path blocked but sure we’ll
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| Make records, then set them
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| Make copies, win races
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| Stay with me, go places
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| Once more for the ages |