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EVERY TIME |
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I TURN ARO |
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UND WRITER |
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S PETER BE |
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CKETT, DEN |
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NIS LAMBER |
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T On a cold |
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December mornin', when my demons take control, and the rain turns into thunder, somewhere in my soul, you are the asylum, in the madness of my day, in a world without much kindness, somehow |
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I always find the way. |
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Every time |
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I turn around, |
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I can see your shadow right there on the ground, and every time |
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I call your name, |
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I can hear a voice that |
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I can't explain, when |
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I find myself in a faceless crowd, |
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I know you're right behind me baby, every time |
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I turn around. |
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In the struggle for survival, every day becomes a year, how to keep a cool perspective, isn't always very clear, |
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I need all the shelter, your lovin' can provide, like a bridge across the raging river, take me to the other side. |
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Every time |
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I turn around, |
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I can see your shadow right there on the ground, and every time |
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I call your name, |
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I can hear a voice that |
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I can't explain, when |
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I find myself in a faceless crowd, |
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I know you're right behind me baby, every time |
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I turn around, every time |
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I turn around. |
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If an ocean stands between us. and my heart begins to pound. |
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I know you're right behind me baby. every time |
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I turn around. |
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Every time |
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I turn around, |
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I can see your shadow right there on the ground, and every time |
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I call your name, |
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I can hear a voice that |
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I can't explain, when |
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I find myself in a faceless crowd, |
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I know you're right behind me baby, every time |
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I turn around. |
