Amber

Ambers in the sand

Try pick 'em up by hand

I know some things are noxious

And some rare

So handle it with care

Don't lose it all I swear

My heart's a thing you could have called your own

Oooh

Your own

My heart's a thing you could have called your own

Your own

Your own

My heart's a thing you could have called your own

Sit upon a stone

Won't blossom by their own

Accepting it was part of growing old

Ancient stories tell

Those towers ring a bell

When fire comes to burn the hopes you had

Take it as it is

And so the story ends

My heart's a thing you could have called your own

Your own

My heart's a thing you could have called your own

Your own

Your own

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

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