| Just You and me on a hillside
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| And 4,999
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| If You could see on the inside
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| What I brought, what I need
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| How I’m caught in between
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| You lifted bread to the blue sky
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| They said they watched it just multiply
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| But in the back of a long line
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| Oh, I want to believe there’s enough left for me
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| 'Cause by now, it really shoulda been long gone
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| And somehow it keeps going on and on
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| On and on and on, 'cause
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| You take all kinds of nothing
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| And turn it around into something
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| I see impossible but You see a basket full of
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| A little bit of this sounds crazy
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| A little bit of just maybe
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| You take every doubt and You make
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| Something out of me
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| Something out of me
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| Something out of me
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| It’s not the story that moves me
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| It’s not that I don’t believe You could
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| It’s just my heart is so hungry
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| Is there enough to fill me up
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| Or You’d run out of love?
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| You take all kinds of nothing
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| And turn it around into something
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| I see impossible but You see a basket full of
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| A little bit of this sounds crazy
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| A little bit of just maybe
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| You take every doubt and You make
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| Something out of me
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| Something out of me
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| By now Your love could have been long gone
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| But somehow it keeps going on and on
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| And on…
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| You take all kinds of nothing
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| And turn it around into something
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| I see impossible but You see a basket full of
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| A little bit of this sounds crazy
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| A little bit of just maybe
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| You take every doubt and You make
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| Something out of me
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| Something out of me
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| Something out of me
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| Something out of me |