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By K. D. Lang, Strange dear but true dear, when I'm close to you,
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By K. D. Lang, Shadows, now curtain the moon
But faith swears it will shine
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By K. D. Lang, I often wonder, is it so?
All I am holding wants
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By K. D. Lang, An old cool cat from way downtown
He's been boppin' all
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By K. D. Lang, So peculiar you're way too familiar
Oh and so hard to
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By K. D. Lang, When it's sugarcane time
And around about June
I'll be walkin' with
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By K. D. Lang, Early morning mid-July anticipation's makin' me high
The smell of Sunday
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By K. D. Lang, your life is a story
I've already written
the news is that
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By K. D. Lang, Sweet little Cherokee
We'll meet by the linden tree
There 'neath the
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By K. D. Lang, Whenever I hear good-byes
Reminds me, baby, of you
I break down
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By K. D. Lang, Tears don't care who cries them, they don't care at
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By K. D. Lang, Love
Thing of might and dread
Stays the saviour and poison to
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By K. D. Lang, If I could make a wish
I think, I'd pass
Can't think
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By K. D. Lang, Are you breathing what I'm breathing
Are your wishes the same
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By K. D. Lang, Steve Miller/Ahmet Ertegun/Eddie Curtis
Some people call me the space
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By K. D. Lang, Talking to myself here
Is causing great concern for my health
Where
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By K. D. Lang, My love and I ask little of the world
The right
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By K. D. Lang, I live in the hills
You live in the valleys
And all
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By K. D. Lang, Gotta get off, gonna get
Have to get off of this
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By K. D. Lang, E. Miller/ D. Haddock/ W.S. Stevenson
There you go
Walking
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By K. D. Lang, With all good intent I come running
To give you a
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By K. D. Lang, Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I in a
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By K. D. Lang, Three days that I hate to see arrive
Three days that
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By K. D. Lang, k.d. lang/G. Matthews/F. Scott/D. Bjarnason
Knowing things that I do
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By K. D. Lang, Stood together in an open field
And share the secrets of
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By K. D. Lang, Trail of broken hearts looking back at you
Now and from
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By K. D. Lang, Well, if you wanna keep me movin' then take my
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By K. D. Lang, Turn me round, turn me round
Last night I heard a
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By K. D. Lang, I feel frustration comin' back
I'm not sure just where
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By K. D. Lang, Propped up against the gymnasium wall
Leaning with surface lament
Not one