| I see you through a fog so dense
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| Like a sky strained through my mind
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| Like a very sudden changhe
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| Someone you left behind
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| The year the great strike broke out
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| Fruit rotted on the tres
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| Fell into stagnent pools
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| reflections of me Love- it can be so ugly
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| It leaves with so much pain
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| You — I think I loved — Because
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| Like me your not quite sane
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| (Love is not love) Give me something I can feel
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| (Love is not love) Give me love that’s so surreal
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| Tie your chains around me
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| 'Cuz I am sick of being free
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| The Santa Ana’s are blowing tonight
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| Reminding me of you
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| You out me on an astral plain
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| I’m thinking of you
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| So give to me a little charity
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| I think I’m feeling down
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| It’s kind of strange how I feel much better
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| When you’re around
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| Love- it can be so ugly
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| It leaves with so much pain
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| You — I think I loved -Because
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| Like me your not quite sane
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| And I know — I’ve lived in this state before
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| I know the score
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| Yes I know what it’s like — not to tell
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| Reality from delusion
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| The solution is Love is love is love
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| (Love is not love) Give me something I can feel
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| (Love is not love) Give me love that’s so surreal
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| Tie your chains around me
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| 'Cuz I am sick of being free
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| (Love is not love) Give me something I can feel
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| (Love is not love) Give me love that’s so surreal
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| Tie your chains around me
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| 'Cuz I am sick of being free
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| Sing it on out
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| Sing it out
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| Singing it out |