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Oh I'm your blue eyed boy I'll suffer your indifference and You can teach me pretty words We will feed the sparrows Here I am Here I am Talking to my shadow Head in my hands Here I am (here I am) Here I am (here I am) Run to the hill Counting the hay He leads me through swaying nettles Growing by the underpass When he smiles he looks like a fox But when he holds me we will be as one Here I am Here I am Talking to my shadow Head in my hands Here I am (here I am) Here I am (here I am) Run to the hill Counting the hay From Letras Mania