| Here all along, got into this song
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| Anyway it’s strummed to, it won’t quit
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| Never mind time and let the good time
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| Hear my guitar, chiming and climbing
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| Finding all the notes that nobody wrote
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| In all that time, making it my religion
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| Thinking is rhyming
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| And click track timing
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| Finding all the words that nobody’s heard
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| And all that time, emitting my sweet vision
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| Overnight sensation, my all night every night religion
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| Digging on my sweet vision of overnight religion
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| Talking and strumming
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| Swooning and tuning
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| When you looking sick, I’ll remedy it
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| Each chord I lay a shape
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| Make you awake, before you break
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| Overnight sensation, my all night every night religion
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| Digging on my sweet vision of overnight religion
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| Here all along
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| I writ you this song
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| For the ones I know need me
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| For the friend’s I haven’t had
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| For my sisters, brothers, mom and dad
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| They are all my friends in a church beneath my chest
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| Hanging over me all night, it’s all right
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| I’m digging on my sweet vision
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| Comes to me like overnight religion |