In their lives,
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love has hit her face
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to save her heart from braking
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into feeling
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In your eyes,
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joy gives way to pain
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save your tears for the rain
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visions stop at the celing
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without each other
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what would we be
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we'll long to feel free
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and in our dreams
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we see
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what we need
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Chorus:
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I hardly reconize myself it such a strange thing
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to find another woman walking in my blue jeans
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I've come so far and I've been so long waiting
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come home
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I'm like a photograph who's image is still changing
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and then the letter that i sent to you explaining
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all I want is a place for my heart to belong
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In our lives,
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we have weapons and cures for disease
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and their right here in an instant that it takes us to concieve
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without each other
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where will we go
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someday we will know
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and if we want to
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we will grow
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closer and closer together
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Chorus
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Walking in My Blue Jeans
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Sophie B. Hawkins |