| Foggy, sun peeking through the gray
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| It’s foggy, smoke rising on the day
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| And baby, I can’t pry myself out of your arms
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| Maybe I’ll call in sick today
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| 'Cause feeling this way’s too good to waste on coffee
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| The morning, angel girl, is foggy
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| We’re living in a shit show
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| Modern day Romeo
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| But I forget, my Juliet, ain’t no time for you
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| People calling me, list of things to do
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| «Sorry,» may sound so trite to say
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| My darling, let’s not get up today
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| And maybe I’ll find a way to right this wrong
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| You said you wanted to disappear
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| Miss Capulet, your hair’s all done and your cheek’s all wet, yeah
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| Forgive me, memories fade, and I forget, I’m foggy
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| 'Cause every day’s a shit show
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| Modern day Romeo
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| But I forget you’re Juliet, ain’t no time for you
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| People calling me, people calling you
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| Oh, running in the rat race
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| I forgot to make the time and space
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| For us to be just you and me
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| Something in my heart says
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| That we need to find a way to break away
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| Today could be the perfect day to breathe
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| Foggy
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| My darling, yeah-eh-eh
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| Baby, look out your window
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| Girl, it’s foggy |