Deep in the night
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Far past the point of slumber
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I was wrapped in a love
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It was woven fine
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And it pulled me under
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And I, I didn't want to leave her
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And I didn't want to treat her
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Like the story of my life
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Just like that night
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Love was fading fast
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Leaving me cold inside
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And where is that part
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That houses all my fear
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And which is the road that I take from here
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Where is this world, where is this world
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Where is my seam to find the picture of things
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Just down my road in that place
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Would quickly go by
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I found, in a world of its own
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A secret flower
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And I didn't know why
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But I, I didn't want to leave it
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But I knew I couldn't keep it
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Somewhere in this desert heart of mine
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And miles away I'm out of breath
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And I'm outta my mind
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And where is that part
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That houses all my fear
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And which is the road that i take from here
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And where is this world, where is this world
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Where is my seam to find the picture of things
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And I know that time will come
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And when all the words are said
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And I know that time will be
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When I consider my source instead of me
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So pay no mind
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No its just feel I guess
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I'm just lonley
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So i'm holding you agian
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I'm just lonely
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So i'm holding you again
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I'm just lonely
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So i'm holding you again
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Picture of Things
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Bebo Norman |