I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
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Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
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Can I deliver this used up shiver
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To how I pronounce my life
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And I leave it up to faith to go by its own will
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Back row to the left, a little to the side
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Slightly out of the place
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Look beyond the light, where you'd least expect
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There's someone special
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A foggy morning greets me quietly today
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I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
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And ever further I run to find her
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I yearn to define my life
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Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way
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Back row to the left, a little to the side
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Slightly out of the place
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Look beyond the light, where you'd least expect
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There's someone special
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And she's here to write her name
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On my skin with kisses
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In the rain, hold my head and ease my pain
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In a world that's gone insane
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Back row to the left, a little to the side
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Slightly out of the place
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Look beyond the light, where you'd least expect
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There's someone special
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Someone Special
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Poets Of The Fall |