the wind picks up
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and the birds surround us
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you cover up you settle down
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drink from the well, drink from the fountain
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it feels like a Sunday the morning took over
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and left me with no clue
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there's no one
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there's nothing colliding together
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you're moving me some way
|
and you are the theme of the day
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your words go deeper
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and I thank you
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and I thank you
|
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we'll be back tomorrow
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in a place where there are no limits
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we don't draw the line for anyone
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drink from the well, drink from the fountain
|
no, it feels like Sunday the morning took over
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and left me with no clue
|
there's no one,
|
there's nothing colliding together
|
you're moving me some way
|
you are the theme of the day
|
your, your words go deeper
|
and I thank you
|
and I walk away
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and I walk away
|
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and the wind picks up
|
and the birds surround us
|
you cover up you settle down
|
drink from the well, drink from the fountain
|
it feels like a Sunday the morning took over
|
and over and left me with no clue
|
there's no one, no one
|
there's nothing
|
colliding together
|
you're moving me some way
|
and you are the theme of the day
|
|
it feels like a Sunday the morning took over
|
and over and left me with no clue
|
there's no one,
|
no one nothing
|
colliding together
|
you're moving me some way
|
and you are the theme for the day
|
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Sage
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Sense Field |