(Jascha Richter/John Gordon)
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You keep my picture in a frame
That could fit into your plan
Now we have to sail and we have to live
And we have to fail and we have to forgive
A part of me that you don't understand
I'm only riding through the hills
You're still the one that makes me sing
And you caught my love in a summer breeze
But sometimes there's a bird that I have to release
Can't you see you only want the best of me
Now you've got the ball don't you let it fall
A little part of me that you don't understand
A little part of me that you don't understand