feeling less than my ordinary self i guess i must be getting older
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the fog already heavy on my mind evokes a time that's turning colder
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at breakfast the effect is picturesque
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the window opens up and lets in
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the santa ana winds again
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she's a silent love song
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never stays long
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does not belong to any person
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though she's opening the curtains in my head
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she's a kind of quiet
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and always hides it in a flame
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she's certainly a hurricane
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strange how such a gust of gentile breeze can ravage hearts across california
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you start to grow accustomed to her turn around
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she's gone of course she warned ya
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she sometimes passes in a single night
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and other times she lasts the weekend
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she's a silent love song
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never stays long
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does not belong to any person
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though she's opening the curtains in my head
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she's a kind of quiet
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and always means just what she says
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she's certainly a hurricane in bed
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and tangles up inside and under covers
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angled in her way seen as a struggle
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but two lovers we're always in the end
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and the santa ana winds again
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i've been stealing hearts
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where i don't belong (she's a silent love song)
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i'm breathing hard (does not belong to any person)
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when you come on strong (like a hurricane)
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the more i love (you never have to say you're sorry)
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the less i know (Anna don't cry)
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Anna don't go
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Silent Love Song
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| Jason Mraz |
