In my heart
She'll turn around in a breeze
Mister blue kicks through the leaves
Cursing the autumn red streets
Cats chase the dogs through the trees
As the rain falls down
Lady green she’ll make believe
Smiling as the sharks come to feed
Angels and I we all plead
She’ll turn around in a breeze
Doctors have no way to cure
Feelings that none can ignore
Wise men consult with the stars
And the dust on the clock tells the time
The gods do mere mortals aggrieve
Impossibly we could be fine
Tuning through discord and rhyme
Have a heart it’s just a twist in the line
As I watched the stars from afar
In the winter of nineteen ninety nine
You waved from over the wall
A thousand miles away
I knew it was you I saw you in my heart
Yes I knew it was you
I saw you in my heart
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