Maybe you're waiting
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Hoping the world will spell it's name
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In an open minded, whole-hearted way
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Maybe you're waiting
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Looking for the widow
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Who's lost between a lie and a lonely way
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Maybe you're afraid I'm the same way
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A beggar's crutch, an angel's sigh
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A broken hand pressed to its side
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These are the only things I know
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Love is nothing when it's wise
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Jesus holds me wondering why
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These are the only things I know
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Everyone's a preacher and everyone's a baker
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And everyone's a bit of an undertaker going round and round
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Throw me a bottle and I'll pass you a hammer
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And we can make music like chinese lanterns blowing down
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I can hear you talk about the space behind the mirror
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And I can see you hold your hand up high
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Breathe into the wind and talk about eternity
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Look into the gutter and tell me what you see
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The patient sun, the constant tide
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The tuneless minstrelsy of pride
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These are the only things I know
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I am yours and you are mine
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Life is circled by a line
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These are the only things I know
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The Only Things I Know
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Wild Strawberries |