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In the sun it's hard to measure |
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What is pain and what is pleasure |
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Spend a lifetime separating |
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All the turmoil from the treasure |
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We were young and we were able |
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Working under the table |
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Put your pennies in with mine and |
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We can write our own fable"Lost in the fog again," again... |
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Some days it's hard to give her |
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What she needs |
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I can't deliver |
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Got no answers on my tongue |
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I Got no arrows in my quiver |
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I'm lost in the fog again, again |
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And you never saw it coming now |
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And the answers don't come running now |
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Lost in the fog |
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With no arrows, just shadows in my heart |
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Some things are hard to fathom, |
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They come down right to the atom |
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Got no time for borrowed stories |
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Got no time for borrowed fashion |
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Either way |
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I just can't figure |
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How you wrap me 'round your finger |
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How you keep me under thumb and |
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Find a way to pull the trigger |
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I'm lost in the fog again, again |
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And you never saw it coming now |
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And the answers don't come running now |
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Every day you have to find a way |
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Whoa every single day you have to find your way. |
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There were times we were barely alive |
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And there were days that we lived under colourless skies |
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Never said that we didn't try |
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But realize you can paint it any way you like |
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Lost in the fog again, again |
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With no arrows, just shadows in my heat |
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No shadows, just arrows in my heart |
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No shadows, just arrows in my heart |
