| There’s a spirit
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| In our bedroom
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| That lives between the walls
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| He listens deeply
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| To our music
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| Manifests when we are wrong
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| In the evening (there's a spirit)
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| As we lay sleeping (in our bedroom)
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| He peers into our thoughts
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| He guides us gently (he listens deeply)
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| To one another (to our music)
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| To the point when our dreams meet
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| For I have a message, it’s in my voice
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| For I have a message
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| For I have a message, it’s in my voice
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| For I have a message
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| He is there in (there's a spirit)
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| Leaky faucets (in our bedroom)
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| In the creak of wooden floors
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| As our heartstrings (he listens deeply)
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| Start to harden (to our music)
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| As our love becomes unspun
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| (It's in my voice)
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| He can sense that (in the evening)
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| We are drifting (as we lay sleeping)
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| In the autumn of our love
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| (It's in my voice)
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| In the morning (he guides us gently)
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| When we awaken (to one another)
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| And our love is all restored
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| He says
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| He says
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| For I have a message, it’s in my voice
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| For I have a message
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| For I have a message, it’s in my voice
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| For I have a message
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| If you should fall or come undone
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| My voice will lead you home
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| If you should fall or come undone
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| My voice will lead you home |