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Waking up with the pouring rain Same old sun and the sky again Calling the doves and fighter planes Sharing the sky like it's nothing strange Falling silhouette on an evening sky A morning greedy of babies' cry And the same lonely night lullabies The joy of nothing is a sweeter something And I will hold it in my heart I will hold it in my heart. Ulysses and eulogies Gainsborough, Gainsbourg, Socrates All mean no light, everything Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something And I will hold it in my heart I will hold it in my heart. Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something And I will hold it in my heart Yes, I will hold it in my heart. Oh, the joy of nothing is a sweeter something I will hold it in my heart I will hold it in my heart. From Letras Mania