The wind changed, the first day that you came through
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Cut the corn, washed it clean
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Now everything that's ever gone before, is like a blur
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And it's all because of you
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And now I find, this city's like a stranger to me
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I once was fooled by Cadillac's and honey
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But no one feels like you
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Not like you
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Not like you
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Not like you
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Cause even though the flower fades something takes its place
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A marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face
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And in the forest I make my home
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Lay down my heart on an ancient stone
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And if my heart should somehow stop
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I'll hang on to the hope
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That you're not too late
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That you're not too late
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And there are times I know when I will have to chase you
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And the further from my side you go, the longing grows
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And I will hate it, I still want you,
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Cause I will hate it, but I still want you around
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Cause even when the flower dies something's by its side
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A helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on its way
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And in the forest I make my home
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Lay down my heart on an ancient stone
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And if my heart should somehow stop
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I'll hang on to the hope
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You're not too late
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Not too late, no no
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And in the forest I make my home
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Lay down my heart on an ancient stone
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And if my heart should somehow stop
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I'll hang on to the hope
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That you're not too late
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That you're not too late
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And If My Heart Should Somehow Stop
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| James Vincent Mcmorrow |
