| It’s in the darkness of believing
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| It’s in the shadows where we have to stand
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| Beside the loving and the grieving
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| O I’ll never understand
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| It’s in the way it has to reach us
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| It’s in the restless of the shifting sand
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| And all the truth it has to teach us
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| O I’ll never understand
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| Holding back to listen to the ocean
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| Holding back to dance inside the storm
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| I may be foolish but I don’t care
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| As long as you are there
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| From edge to edge we take our pleasure
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| We follow blindly each insane command
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| Judged by some eternal measure
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| O I’ll never understand
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| O and peace is child to no-one
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| We’re held together by an endless strand
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| First to be woven then to be undone
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| O I’ll never understand
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| Holding back to listen to the ocean
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| Holding back to dance inside the storm
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| I may be foolish but I don’t care
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| As long as you are there
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| Soon all the promises are broken
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| And expectation passes underhand
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| And not a gentle word is spoken
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| O I’ll never understand
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| It’s in the darkness of believing
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| It’s in the shadows where we have to stand
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| Beside the loving and the grieving
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| O I’ll never understand
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| Holding back to listen to the ocean
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| Holding back to dance inside the storm
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| I may be foolish but I don’t care
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| As long as you are there |