You fill up my sences like night in the forest like the mountains in spring time like a walk in the rain like a storm in the desert like a sleepy blue
An old man stood and stared into the music store window And he saw a sorta harmonica lyin' there in the sun He thought of the music the harp could be
(Instrumental)
Movement; every road stretches for a million miles Come on; circular motion takes it straight to the point I wanna know; if the tensions drops would I
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