Wond'ring aloud
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how we feel today
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Last night sipped the sunset
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my hands in her hair
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We are our own saviours
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as we start
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both our hearts beating life
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into each other
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Wond'ring aloud
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will the years treat us well
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As she floats in the kitchen
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I'm tasting the smell
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of toast as the butter runs
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Then she comes
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spilling crumbs on the bed
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and I shake my head
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And it's only the giving
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that makes you what you are
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Wondr'ing Aloud
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| Jethro Tull |
