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Winter's people watching
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As I sail from season's four
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To join some crazy ladies
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In a game upon the shore
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None of them with broken wings
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But still refuse to fly
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So with sweetness on my lips
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I smile a last goodbye
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And now I spend my life
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On the velvet side of hell
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Aimlessly here searching
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For what I cannot tell
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The quietness is terrible
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It's more than I can stand
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But thousands now stand cheering
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As my blood flows in the sand
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Spoken: You're not the child
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You thought you were
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You wake up in the night
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And know you're blind
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And yet they keep on pushing
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Trying the insides of your mind
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Forever, forever arresting to control
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Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul
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Rise up with the new dawn's early morning
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Feel the sunshine warm upon your face
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Tomorrow's come a long, long way to help you
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Yes, it's your saving grace
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Every day, every way
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Tomorrow, it's your saving grace
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Well, now got no time to worry
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Cause I've got no time to hurry
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Baby, it's your saving grace
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Now don't you lay those blames on me
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Don't you play those games on me
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Cause baby it's your saving grace
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You got to need a little lovin'
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Now baby it's your saving grace
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Hey, I feel alright
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Your saving grace
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Ah, hey, hey, hey
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Your saving grace
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La la la la la la la la....
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Oh baby, it's your saving grace
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Your Saving Grace
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| Steve Miller Band |
