| In between your fear and love
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| Where will you run
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| When you barely make it through the morning?
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| He spoke to me in your sing-song
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| Barely begun
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| In a voice that sounds like someone dreaming
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| Delia, you won’t fear alone
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| And tomorrow’s on the phone
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| Just like a fallen power line, humming
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| No these tears won’t go to waste
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| Michelangelo got rays
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| But I can feel your brighter days
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| Coming, coming, coming, coming
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| Run until the golden gate
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| Just don’t be late
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| Or the ones behind with roll you over
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| String your line from state to state
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| Hopeless to brave
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| While you’re moon-walking from tower to tower
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| Delia, you won’t fear alone
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| And the clouds are forming pictures
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| Like a man on a guitar, strumming
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| No these tears won’t go to waste
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| Michelangelo got rays
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| But I can feel your brighter days coming
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| Coming, coming, coming
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| Coming, coming, coming
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| Come my darling
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| Don’t you dare stop dreaming
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| Real things bow to dreams
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| My darling
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| Don’t you dare start hating
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| Fading
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| Delia, you won’t fear alone
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| And the stars are turning over
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| Like a wheel upon a road, running
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| No these tears won’t go to waste
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| Michelangelo got rays
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| But I can feel your brighter days coming
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| Delia, you won’t fear alone
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| And tomorrow’s on the phone
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| Just like a fallen power line, humming
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| No these tears won’t go to waste
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| Michelangelo got a raise
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| But I can feel your brighter days coming
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| Coming, coming, coming, coming
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| Coming, coming, coming |