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(McNabb) It rolls in like a cold wind, |
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It fills me up with fear, |
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The icy fingers clutch me, |
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With each motion that |
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I hear, Though dilligence caress me, |
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Deliverence unfold, |
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The distant bells are ringing, |
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In a small town in my soul |
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Chorus: Dream up, dream up, |
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Let me fill your cup, |
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I promise you the world |
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I promise you the world, |
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I'll love you as a factory in the desert |
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While trying to obsess me, |
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Her confidence falls down, |
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I hav to steal this moment to, |
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Observe her wistful frown, |
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But her logic is a jungle, |
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Insecurity roams wild, |
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The laughter's ever present, |
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In the camp of the beguiled. |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Come to me, come to me, come to me, |