| My body’s in the summer storm
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| And my mind is with the feeling after
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| Old memories I can’t let go
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| I’m moving on but they run faster
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| My morning is empty and the streets are wide
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| I look for nothing and I feel all right
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| Stillness in the ways I try
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| And then you walk on by
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| My body says the water’s cold
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| But my mind will have a way to cross it
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| And I know I held the time so dear
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| And the feeling it was here, I lost it
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| My morning is empty and the streets are wide
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| I look for nothing and I feel all right
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| Stillness in the ways I try
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| And then you walk on by
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| In a patch in the forest
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| Little bells hang from the tree
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| And I ring them so gently
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| What if you heard me now, my dear?
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| My body’s with the birds in me
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| But my mind is with the times they’re leaving
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| I want them but I let them go
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| There’s a sparkle in the dust I breathe in
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| My morning is empty and the streets are wide
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| I look for nothing and I feel all right
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| Stillness in the ways I try
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| And then you walk on by
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| My morning is empty and the streets are wide
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| I look for nothing and I feel all right, oh
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| Stillness in the ways I try
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| As I lean into the morning light
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| It’s like my body’s in some other town
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| And then you walk on by |