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There's a tug at my heart |
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Like a rope it's pulling |
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Out on the horizon |
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But I've no way of knowing |
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Where to start |
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Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes |
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Fumbling for the door oh she doesn't like to face the morning light |
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Nothing is for sure oh as I begin my day |
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Glasses are a blur as my world's about to spin the other way |
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Staring at the ceiling |
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I can see to heaven |
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But only when I'm willing |
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So I pray for the strength |
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To begin again again |
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Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes |
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Fumbling for the door oh she doesn't like to face the morning light |
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Nothing is for sure oh as I begin my day |
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Glasses are a blur as my world's about to spin the other way |
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Spin me the other way |
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I've got to learn not to say always |
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Spin me the other way |
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People on the other half got no worries |
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Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes |
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Fumbling for the door oh she doesn't like to face the morning light |
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Nothing is for sure no as I begin my day |
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Glasses are a blur as my world's about to spin the other way |
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Nothing is for sure oh |
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And nothing is for sure |
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Spin me the other way |
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I've got to learn not to say always |