| I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind
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| I’ve been living in a dream
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| And I’m losing all perspective
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| Nothing’s ever what it seems
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| But I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me back
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| I’ve been tripping over laces
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| And stumbling my words
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| Every move is ungracious
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| To the point of absurd
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| But I know that he wants me
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| I know that he wants me back
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| During the darkest of blues
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| That I am trying to fight
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| I look up to the ceiling
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| Unravel inside
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| On the edge of imploding
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| He surrounds me with light
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| And he acts like a sedative
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| All through the night
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| I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me
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| He comes and he goes
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| But I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me
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| Yes, I know that he loves me
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| He’s here then he’s gone
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| But I know that he loves me
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| When he comes around
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| My feet don’t touch the ground
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| I’ve been sitting in the darkness
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| And rocking in my chair
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| I’ve been seeing apparitions
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| Embodying despair
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| But I know that he’s got me
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| I know that he’s got my back
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| I’ve been everywhere and nowhere
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| By belittling myself
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| So, I say a little prayer
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| To serenity and health
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| And I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me back
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| And when I’m losing the plot
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| And overthinking it all
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| And my resilience falters
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| I know who to call
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| In these moments of madness
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| He knows just what to do
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| My salvation, my pick me up
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| The voodoo he do
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| I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me
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| He comes and he goes
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| But I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me
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| Yes, I know that he loves me
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| He’s here then he’s gone
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| But I know that he loves me
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| When he comes around
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| My feet don’t touch the ground
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| I come alive, I come alive
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| Tell me, what is it like when you’re running around all the clouds at night
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| With the moonlight beating hard on your skin
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| And the wind blowing through the cobwebs of your mind?
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| Tell me, what is it like when you’re running around all the clouds at night
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| With the moonlight beating hard on your skin
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| And the wind blowing through the cobwebs of your mind?
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| I know that he loves me, I know that he loves me
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| I know that he loves me, I know that he loves me |