| Some days I wonder what I’m doing
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| I sit and think too much sometimes
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| I waste the hours that God has sent me
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| Drifting like this along blurred lines
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| It’s like normal for me to fester
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| And wallow in the shadow’s face
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| It separates us from each other
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| I see the smile upon your face
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| I smell patchouli
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| I touch the air above your head
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| I see the beauty
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| I’m transported back again
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| To that day the sky went dark. |
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| In Maryon Wilson Park. |
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| I’m always looking out of windows
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| To see the sky and hear the day
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| I always find the lost horizon
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| The one we shared and gave away
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| I smell patchouli
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| I touch the air above your head
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| I see the beauty
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| I’m transported back again
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| To that day the sky went dark. |
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| In Maryon Wilson Park. |
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| (Instrumental Section)
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| Middle 8:
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| Any day when I cast my mind back
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| I feel aglow. |
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| Perhaps I take the path of least resistance
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| Well I don’t know. |
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| Some days I wonder what you’re doing
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| And where your life has taken you
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| We were teenagers inspired
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| Undying love was all we knew
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| Chorus and Outro Tags:
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| I smell patchouli
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| I touch the air above your head
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| I see the beauty
|
| I’m transported back again
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| To that day the sky went dark. |
| .
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| In Maryon Wilson Park. |
| .
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| To that day the sky went dark. |
| .
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| In Maryon Wilson Park. |
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