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I'm just a dreamer but I'm hanging on |
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Though I am nothing big to offer |
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I watch the birds, how they dive in then gone |
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It's like nothing in this world's ever still |
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And I'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me |
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But sun is setting, shadows growing |
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A long cast figure will turn into night |
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It's like nothing in this world ever sleeps |
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Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird |
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And why can't that always be |
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Tossing aside from your birches crown |
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Just enough dark to see |
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How you're the light over me |
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And by your side, girl, where the acres grow |
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Into the strong and stunning meadow |
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A cowboy stumbling in the finest field |
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And nothing good out there won't be old |
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Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird |
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And why can't that always be |
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Tossing aside from your birches crown |
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Just enough dark to see |
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How you're the light over me |
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Sometimes the blues is just a passing bird |
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And why can't that always be |
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Tossing aside from your birches crown |
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Just enough dark to see |
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How you're the light over me |
