| I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
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| Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
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| Can I deliver this used up shiver
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| To how I pronounce my life
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| And leave it up to faith to go by its own will
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| Back row to the left
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| A little to the side
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| Slightly out of place
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| Look beyond the light
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| Where you’d least expect
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| There’s someone special
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| A foggy morning greets me quietly today
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| I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
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| And ever further I run to find her
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| I yearn to define my life
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| Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way
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| Back row to the left
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| A little to the side
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| Slightly out of place
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| Look beyond the light
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| Where you’d least expect
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| There’s someone special
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| And she’s here to write her name
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| On my skin with kisses in the rain
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| Hold my head and ease my pain
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| In a world that’s gone insane… |