| Strange how you know inside me
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| I measure the time and I stand amazed
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| Strange how I know inside you
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| My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze
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| And of course I forgive
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| I’ve seen how you live
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| Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
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| You pick up the pieces
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| And the ghosts in the attic
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| They never quite leave
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| And of course I forgive
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| You’ve seen how I live
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| I’ve got darkness and fears to appease
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| My voices and analogies
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| Ambitions like ribbons
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| Worn bright on my sleeve
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| Strange how we know each other
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| Strange how I fit into you
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| There’s a distance erased with the greatest of ease
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| Strange how you fit into me
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| A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs
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| And with each passing day
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| The stories we say
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| Draw us tighter into our addiction
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| Confirm our conviction
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| That some kind of miracle
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| Passed on our heads
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| And how I am sure
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| Like never before
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| Of my reasons for defying reason
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| Embracing the seasons
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| We dance through the colors
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| Both followed and led
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| Strange how we fit each other
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| Strange how certain the journey
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| Time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
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| Strange how this journey’s hurting
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| In ways we accept as part of fate’s decree
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| So we just hold on fast
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| Acknowledge the past
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| As lessons exquisitely crafted
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| Painstakingly drafted
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| To carve us as instruments
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| That play the music of life
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| For we don’t realize
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| Our faith in the prize
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| Unless it’s been somehow elusive
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| How swiftly we choose it
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| The sacred simplicity
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| Of you at my side |