| Fallen under a fog that’s fallen
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| Got lost a moment under the night
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| Just an idea out of hand
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| That’s listing out a little far
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| No quiet from the hurricane
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| There’s no fixing the sound
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| Holding out for a little grace
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| Hoping that this will fade out
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| You know I’d change it if I could
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| But I’m only flesh and blood
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| You know I’d change it if I could
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| But I’m only flesh and blood
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| Just tell me where this should go
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| And with open arms, I’m gone
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| Days don’t fall in the way you’d like
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| Followed the oldest lines, for the birds
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| Holding out for a little grace
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| Hoping that this is going to break
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| You know I’d change it if I could
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| But I’m only flesh and blood
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| You know I’d change it if I could
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| But I’m only flesh and blood
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| I want to check out
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| Just want to be human for a while
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| In falling daylight
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| Just want to be somewhere else tonight
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| I want to check out
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| Just want to be human for a while
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| And drown out the sound
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| Just want to be somewhere else tonight |