| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| I saw you there
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| Fellow dies with no one there to care for him
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| Wondered what the world is like outside his room he’s living in
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| A normal man that dressed himself in women’s threads
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| He remembered every word, her face, her body in the shade
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| I saw you there
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| Sorrow; |
| the unpredictable has found a hand to hold
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| Absent into the fog coming home
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| Maelstrom; |
| you are my only god
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| Absent into the fog, I succumb to your every want
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| I saw you there
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| She’s the one that everybody marvels at
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| Delicate with her voice and flowers strung across her head
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| She’s the one that everybody notices
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| She thinks about an older friend, his face, his body in her bed
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| Sorrow; |
| the unrequited lust that follows everyone
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| Absent into the fog coming home
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| Maelstrom; |
| my undecided trust
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| Absent into the fog, I succumb to your every want
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| I wasn’t ready for this
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| Been strung out looking for a signal that was never there
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| I wasn’t ready for this
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| Suspicion reaching down to touch my fingertips again
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| Sorrow; |
| the celebration halts, the blinding lights are gone
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| Absent into the fog coming home
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| Maelstrom; |
| my love for you is strong
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| Absent into the fog, I succumb to your every want
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all
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| And in the middle of it all |