| Late night city after a train
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| A corner dressed in flyers and rain
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| Something came over me, something came over me
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| Without asking, it came right in
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| To my bones, through my skin
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| Something came over me, the way it came over me
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| Something so loud without a sound at all
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| Like a sweet old song, playing there all along
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| And it came over me
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| At lot like a seeing a ghost you know
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| Or the beat in the water way down low
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| Something came over me, something came over me
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| A thread in a thread, I felt complete
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| Like lightening made by summer heat
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| Something came over me, something came over me
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| Something so loud without a sound at all
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| Like a sweet old song, playing there all along
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| And it came over me
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| I forgot my heart had room like that
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| Open spaces through all the cracks
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| Something came over me, something come over me
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| I stood there thinking how good it is
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| Wasn’t any different than a night like this
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| Something came over me, something came over me
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| Something so loud without a sound at all
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| Like a sweet old song, playing there all along, and it came over me |