Willy is my child, he is my father
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I would be his lady all my life
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He says he'd love to live with me
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But for an ancient injury
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That has not healed
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He said I feel once again
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Like I gave my heart too soon
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He stood looking thru the lace
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At the face on the conquered moon
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And counting all the cars up the hill
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And the stars on my window sill
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There are still more reasons why I love him
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Willy is my joy, he is my sorrow
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Now he wants to run away and hide
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He says our love cannot be real
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He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells
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But you know it's hard to tell
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When you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real
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But you're bound to lose
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If you let the blues get you scared to feel
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And I feel like I'm just being born
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Like a shiny light breaking in a storm
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There are so many reasons why I love him
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Willy
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| Joni Mitchell |
