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My mother said to me |
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“The truth will set you free” |
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On that advice |
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I’ll tell you ’bout my life |
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I’ve sometimes not been smart |
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In matters of the heart |
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I’ve lost my cool |
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Been taken for a fool |
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I’d grown lonely waiting |
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Half-anticipating |
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One more chance at romance |
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I prayed for the sunshine |
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Someone warm to be mine |
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Then he strayed through my life |
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- INSTRUMENTAL - |
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Convinced that once again |
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I’d found the perfect man |
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I gave my heart |
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To him right from the start |
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But life can be so rough |
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When you can’t do enough |
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Sometimes the tide
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Just takes you for a ride |
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He grew more demanding |
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Far less understanding |
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Still I cried when love died |
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I’ll forget the sorrow |
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Come some fine tomorrow |
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If I try I will fly
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I’ll be gliding on bright wings |
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Ever searching for sweet things |
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I’ll be gliding on bright wings |
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Ever searching for sweet things |
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I’ll be all right |
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I won’t sit and wonder why |
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I won’t let life pass me by |
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If you look to the sky |
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You’ll find me there on my
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Bright wings |
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