| Another foggy day in this old town
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| Hidden by the mist that’s all around
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| I walk the street though they don’t know my name
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| Been so long call them home all the same
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| Another foggy day in this old town
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| The heart of the sun beats without a sound
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| I pace the street to drive away the gloom
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| And contemplate the air that I consume
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Another foggy day but I’m elsewhere
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| Surfing skies like oceans of blue air
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| I let the current carry me away
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| Out of range of narrow minded ways
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| Above the city’s gaze I climb and climb
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| I leave the weight of urban grime behind
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| I sail through clouds and float on silver skies
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| The world’s a nicer place from up on high
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Another foggy day in this old town
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| Hidden by the mist that’s all around
|
| I walk the street though they don’t know my name
|
| It’s been so long call them home all the same
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| Another foggy day in this old town
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| The heart of the sun beats without a sound
|
| I pace the street to drive away the gloom
|
| And contemplate the air that I consume
|
| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah |