| In the womb of winter, summer seems a myth
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| In my desperation I throw my faith into the wind
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| Born to a world where it is fine just to fit in
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| From the cradle to the grave, it never ends
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| Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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| I will, I’ll make my great escape, yes
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| So many ways to walk upon the earth
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| I trace my footsteps to the place of my birth
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| So what do you do with all your precious time
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| So many ways, in which to reach for the sky
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| Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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| I will, I’ll make my great escape
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| Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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| I will, I’ll make my great escape, yes
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| Say, little bit by little bit
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| Someday
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| I may be weary but I am not weak
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| I can sing a song of suffering
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| Baby, a song on song is
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| Dancing on the tip of your tongue
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| My salivation’s ahead of me
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| I can feel it calling me
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| I know they aye, I know they aye
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| Will be ready
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| Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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| I will, I’ll make my great escape
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| Someday, someday, yes, in a cloud of gray
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| I will, I’ll make my great
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| Someday, yes, in a cloud of, in a cloud of
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| I will make my great, yes
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| Someday, yes, in a cloud, in a cloud of
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| I will make my great |