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The day begins like another day |
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I hear a sermon it must be sunday |
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Words are echoing all around |
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Coming through the fog |
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On my elbows i look around |
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Nothing here but the sound |
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Of breathing |
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All the pillows are in a pile |
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And the blanket is off |
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I thought the windows |
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Were made of glass |
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I thought the patterns |
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Were on the ceiling |
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I thought the pictures |
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Were parallel |
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I thought that i knew it all |
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I didn't know i was stupid |
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I didn't think i was stupid |
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I couldn't tell i was stupid |
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I didn't know it at all |
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I get a call from a good friend |
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And oh i'm alive again |
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She says she's in for the weekend |
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And just happened to call |
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I try keeping her on the line |
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Saying whatever comes to mind |
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She says it sounds like you're doing fine |
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And leaves me climbing the wall |
