| There’s a tug at my heart
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| Like a rope it’s pulling
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| Out on the horizon
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| But I’ve no way of knowing
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| Where to start
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| Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes
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| Fumbling for the door oh she doesn’t like to face the morning light
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| Nothing is for sure oh as I begin my day
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| Glasses are a blur as my world’s about to spin the other way
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| Staring at the ceiling
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| I can see to heaven
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| But only when I’m willing
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| So I pray for the strength
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| To begin again again
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| Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes
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| Fumbling for the door oh she doesn’t like to face the morning light
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| Nothing is for sure oh as I begin my day
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| Glasses are a blur as my world’s about to spin the other way
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| Spin me the other way
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| I’ve got to learn not to say always
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| Spin me the other way
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| People on the other half got no worries
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| Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes
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| Fumbling for the door oh she doesn’t like to face the morning light
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| Nothing is for sure no as I begin my day
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| Glasses are a blur as my world’s about to spin the other way
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| Nothing is for sure oh
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| And nothing is for sure
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| Spin me the other way
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| I’ve got to learn not to say always |