| I said some kind of fog
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| Could be helpful with this kind of sunset
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| When your eyes see too far
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| And so deep into life you don’t know yet
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| Why do the hours disappear when I
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| Speak so loving of where I’ve been?
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| But then just stands right there and look at me
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| When I don’t know where to begin
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| Waiting for my ghost to return
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| I have faith in the night
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| That they show me what I need to master
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| I’ll be ready, I’m here
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| Since so deep in the doubt, I’ve seen laughter
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| Why do the hours disappear when I
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| Speak so loving of where I’ve been?
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| But then just stands right there and look at me
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| When I don’t know where to begin
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| Waiting for my ghost to return
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| Why do I always disappear in thought?
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| I’m a captain so mad at sea
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| And this old room is now my ship somehow
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| In here waves crashing over me
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| Waiting for my ghost to return
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| I will dig where I stand
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| Though I’m tired and longing for pleasure
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| Then what comes up to me
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| I will teach them to look like some treasure
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| Why do the hours disappear when I
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| Speak so loving of where I’ve been?
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| But then just stands right there and look at me
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| When I don’t know where to begin
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| Waiting for my ghost to return |