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1
Shape Of My Heart
He Deals The Cards As A Meditation. And Those He Plays Never Suspect. He Doesnt Play For The Money He Wins. He Doesnt Play For Respect. He Deals The Cards To Find The Answer. The Sacred Geometry Of Ch
2
It's Probably Me
If The Night Turned Cold And The Stars Looked Down. And You Hug Yourself On The Cold Cold Ground. You Wake The Morning In A Strangers Coat. No One Would You See Ask Yourself Whod Watch For Me. My Only
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Fields Of Gold
Youll Remember Me When The West Wind Moves Upon The Fields Of Barley. Youll Forget The Sun In His Jealous Sky As We Walk In Fields Of Gold. So She Took Her Love For To Gaze Awhile Upon The Fields Of B