| There’s a voice in the wind
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| So familiar it sings him to sleep
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| And yet it’s melody’s so terribly empty
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| So the boy drops his pin
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| And wind section instruments cling to the beat
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| And now together they ascend to an ending
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| Let’s go
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| Oh, it was a beautiful song
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| The first of many to come
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| But, meant the start of a bond
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| Precious only to one
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| But the question remained
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| And it plagued the boy’s conscience for days
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| Who was this beautiful voice he kept hearing?
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| So he sat and he waited so patiently aching to say
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| That it was of her he’d been dreaming
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| Let’s go
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| Oh, it was a beautiful song
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| The first of many to come
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| But, meant the start of a bond
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| Precious only to one
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| Patience, for she’s heard you
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| And it’s only a matter of time
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| She’s on her way to come get you
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| And you’re going to be just fine
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| She pulled up at the street lights
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| «Get in we’re going for a ride
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| The walk’s too long, you’ll get there in half the time
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| If you take a seat on the shotgun side»
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| She’s in the palm of your hand
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| She’s in the palm of your hand
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| Oh, it was a beautiful song
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| The first of many to come
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| But, meant the start of a bond
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| Precious only to one
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| He sat and he gazed to the driver’s seat, somehow afraid
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| Now it’s the chance you’ve been waiting
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| Come now, boy, at some point you would have to be brave
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| You should trust in yourself at least once in a while
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| If not today
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| Up, up
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| And now she’s driving in circles
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| And now she’s driving in circles
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| And now she’s driving in circles
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| And now she’s driving in circles
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| She’s in the palm of your hand
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| She’s in the palm of your hand
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| It’s now, don’t skip on your chance
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| It’s time, don’t skip on your chance
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| It’s time, don’t skip on your chance
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| But what the future holds, no one knows |