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Peeling the skin back from my eyes I felt surprised |
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That the time on the clock was the time I usually retired |
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To the place where I cleared my head of you |
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But just for today I think I lie here and dream of you |
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I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in |
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But if the sweat pours out, just shout |
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I'll try to swim and pull you out |
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A howling wind that blows the litter as the rain flows |
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As street lamps pour orange colored shapes, through your windows |
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A broken soul stares from a pair of watering eyes |
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Uncertain emotions force an uncertain smile |
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I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in |
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But if the sweat pours out, just shout |
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I'll try to swim and pull you out |