| Oh no, you’ve gone again
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| I feel like Daniel in the lion’s den
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| Stone cold in the afternoon
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| So alone in the empty room
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| They say that four walls do not a prison make
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| I’m trying to find a way out but there seems no escape
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| When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound
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| Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round
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| There’s magic in some words, some things you can’t explain
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| That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain
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| When the wind is blowing like a lonesome train
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| I reach out and touch you and I call your name
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| When the night is lonely and I fear the coming day
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| I reach out and touch you
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| And I call your name -- ngibiza igama lakho
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| Oh no, don’t let the sun go down
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| I’m so low, I feel underground
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| There’s no easy road and no easy way
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| To say the things I have to say
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| 'Cause I know that time is a distance and distance is a space
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| I’ve come so far to find you, it’s you I can’t replace
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| When I feel the hidden power that lies inside your sound
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| Like the ghost inside the atom that spins it round and round
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| There’s magic in some words some things you can’t explain
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| That conjures up that feeling of the sun inside the rain |