| Go where you may
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| And do what you will
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| I’ll see you again on a summer day
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| And I know I’ll love you still
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| I can’t seem to understand
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| But you’ve got my heart in your hands
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| The dawn’s early light has now faded to grey
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| The ashes from the fire we had last night
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| Have all blown away
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| I can’t seem to understand
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| But you’ve got my heart in your hands
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| You’re the rainstorm, a fire, and a trainwreck
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| All wrapped up in ribbons and lace
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| You’re a fistful of roadside flowers
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| Arranged just so in a dime store vase
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| I can’t seem to understand
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| But you’ve got my heart in your hands |