| There is a light that catches my eye in the morning
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| And I see it now
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| There aren’t any saints, it dreams like it paints
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| It’s a beautiful storm, it comes with no warning at all
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| I walk the line, tripping each time, and I stumble
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| But now that I’m half gone
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| The world’s on the table, I’m willing and able
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| This beautiful storm, it comes with no warning at all
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| And you stand in the shadows
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| The room, dark and narrow
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| I bloom down to the marrow
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| It’s a beautiful storm
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| It comes with no warning at all
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| Into the flesh, into the sorrow I fall now
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| Waves coming on
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| And I’m soaked and I’m torn, I’m blissed out and worn
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| And this beautiful storm, it comes with no warning
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| And you stand in the shadows
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| The room, dark and narrow
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| I bloom down to the marrow
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| It’s a beautiful storm
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| It comes with no warning
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| I… how will I ever tell you that I want you?
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| Oh, how will I ever touch you like I long to?
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| You just blow right through me
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| And you stand in the shadows
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| The room, dark and narrow
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| I bloom down to the marrow
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| It’s a beautiful storm
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| It comes with no warning
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| And you stand in the shadows
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| The room, dark and narrow
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| I bloom down to the marrow
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| It’s a beautiful storm
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| It comes with no warning at all |