I heard a whisper in my sleep last night
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It held me, like a mother holds her newborn child
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Oh woah oh, Oh woah oh,
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And in that moment that I held to keep
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I asked myself
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Why am I afraid of life?
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What am I waiting for?
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There's so much more that you've never seen before
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And your dreams will stay grateful
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And what we already know
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Open the front door, take a step outside
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It's Winter, it's 95 degrees inside
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Oh woah oh, Oh woah oh,
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When I think of all the things I've missed
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I have regret
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But hey man that's just part of life
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And now I face a brand new day, burning like the sun
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The starting line is over, the race already won
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Well there's so much more that you've never seen before
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And your dreams will stay grateful
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And what we already know
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And what we already know
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Mrs Harper with her bleached blonde hair, and a sweet caress
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Is kissing her old man goodbye
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(????ing him home from the graveyard shift
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Breakfast time as they arrive)
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I hear the ringing of a mobile phone unanswered
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(And the man from number 56 has a beautiful car)
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And a beautiful house lands on the hill
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(Where an old man whistles his favourite tune)
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While he walks his grandchildren to school (school)
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And I remember school
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(In my head I see ya)
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What a memory....
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(Turn around to greet ya)
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What a place to be...
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(How are you?)
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What a memory....
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(How are you?)
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And I wonder where...
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(I'm good, are you?)
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...my old friends could be...
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What We Already Know
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| Mark Owen |
