If I could choose
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I'd calm this dawn
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But the storm is me insensible and free
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Now that you know I've come here to go
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You're suddenly sad you've been mine
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Oh how the lust for love is blind
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Now that you see the man that is me
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You're suddenly glad I'll be gone
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Oh how the quest for self is strong
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STORM AT SUNUP
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| Gino Vannelli |
