| There’s something in the air
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| An emptiness that creeps alone with me
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| I’m standing at the door where the wind sighs low
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| And the lightening flutters across the sky line
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| Somebody watches me from across the street
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| I just say give me some peace
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| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold
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| Feel I couldn’t stop it
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| The man who ran away
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| Far across the open sea
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| But I turned fear to shame
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| Like a fool I sit on beggars hill
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| I search my mind with time to kill
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| And when I call your name you answer me
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| And your voice seems to set me free
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| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold |