I felt my life with both my hands
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To see if it was there
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I held my spirit to the glass
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To prove it possibler
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I turned my being round and round
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And paused at every pound
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To ask the owner's name
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For doubt that I should know the sound
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To ask the owner's name
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For doubt that I should know the sound
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I judged my features, jelled my hair
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I pushed my dimples by
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And waited if they twinkled back
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Conviction might of me
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I turned my being round and round
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And paused at every pound
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To ask the owner's name
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For doubt that I should know the sound
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To ask the owner's name
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For doubt that I should know the sound
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I told myself take courage, friend
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That was a former time
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But we might learn to like the Heaven
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As well as our old home
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I turned my being round and round and round
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Paused at every pound
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To ask the owner's name
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For doubt that I should know the sound
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To ask the owner's name
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For doubt that I should know the sound
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I felt my life with both my hands
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To see if it was there
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I Felt My Life With Both My Hands
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| Carla Bruni |
