Wind full of smells
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And far-away places
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The last thing I said
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Are you sure you can do this?
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Hands fold together
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He says no
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Don't turn your head
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No don't Just go
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I'm here in your yard
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And it's getting colder
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You're making it hard
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He smiled when he told me
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Life on the wing
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Like a lot of things
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Would be better if we didn't try I tried
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Like I was walkong out in your garden
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Or am I just being foolish
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Or am I just being hopefully yours
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You know you've been seen
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Not quite on the main street
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And I was the queen
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Till then I had nothing
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And I can't go on like
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This is not a way of
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Telling you be mine
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Be mine
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Like I was walking on your blue carpet
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Or am I just being foolish
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Or am I just being hopefully yours
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Hopefully yours
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Stina Nordenstam |