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The sun rises at nine, departs at five Ain't doing overtime no more Because in this world of color The brightest picture is plugged right into your wall You think a little love is all you need But love is such a small thing, can't you see? I think you'll find it sits in a book and Changes the words that you read You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be The man in the moon has a cold in the back of his head today So dark is the river as the old bridge of lovers Finds its getting washed all away There are three wise men in the darkness of the desert Still trying to be finding their way The tables have been laid, and the food has been served But the cost of eating is too much for most to pay You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be You just feel what you want it to be What you want it to feel What you want it to be
Writer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Kristine Weitz, Rob Dougan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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