| All that you left behind in this empty room was a question for which an answer
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| was due
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| If I admit to the truth, I admit to the lie
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| One bottle, one glass, a crisp Chardonnay, outside in the park the maples ablaze
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| The ghosts from the hill whisper your name
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| Where no one can see and no one can hear
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| And no one’s aware of the passion we feel
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| They all disappear when we’re fog-dancing
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| I heard you laugh, I turned around
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| To face someone else I once knew I once found
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| Someone I’ve loved
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| Someone I’ve lost in fog
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| The message was lost, the picture was clear
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| I followed your call till no-one was near
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| Now I’m left in the dark while you’re fog-dancing
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| I drift through the days that fade into grey
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| The picture dissolves when you enter the frame
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| I follow your trail, I follow desire
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| The cry of the dog, the howl of the world
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| And somewhere above there’s a crow in the clouds
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| Laughing away while we’re fog-dancing
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| I drift through the days that fade into grey
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| The picture dissolves when you enter the frame
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| I followed your trail I followed you fog-dancing
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| Where no one can see and no one can hear
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| And no one’s aware of the passion we feel
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| They all disappear when we’re fog-dancing
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| I heard your laugh I turned around
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| To face someone else I once knew I once found
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| Someone I’d loved
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| Someone I’d lost in fog
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| Lost in fog
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| Lost in fog
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| Lost in fog
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| I’m lost in fog |