When life’s a picture of black and white
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With so much there that isn’t tried
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A gentle smile and you begin
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To change the scene and color in
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And leaden weights turn into wings
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How do you do those things
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So many voices but nothing said
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It’s like a drum in my head
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Your eyes are singing without words
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The sweetest things I’ve ever heard
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Instead of drums I am hearing strings
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How do you do those things
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How do you take my heart and turn it over
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Where do you get the power you possess
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Making my concrete world a field of clover
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Turning my losing run into success
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So much confusion So many tears
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The sound of sadness in my ears
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Just when I think I cannot cope
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You lift my heart and give me hope
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From troubled waters healing springs
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How do you do those things
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How do you do those things
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How Do You Do Those Things
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| Charlie Landsborough |
