from Turning Point
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A tattered old kite
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must have been spring when you got flown
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but there's no leaves in sight
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She left you to swing up there alone
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tangled in branches
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held by a string
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that once let you fly in trusted breeze
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Love I've flown, I know the way it feels
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As I walk on the ice
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the river is silent as a stone
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the same river twice
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but the one that we walked into is gone
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downstream forever
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or so it would seem
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the warm summer rain so deeply flows
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Love floated me, I know the way it goes
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I can't work this key
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damn thing is jammed or frozen closed
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it's a strange place to be
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trying to pry my own windows
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But there was a second
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a match that was made
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a key that is warm inside your purse
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Love opened me, I know the way it works.
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¨Ï1997 Midnight Ocean Bonfire Music/Nine-Ten Music,
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a division of Soroka Music Ltd. (BMI)
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All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
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Tattered Old Kite
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David Wilcox |