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In a momentary lapse of my condition |
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That sent me tumbling down into a deep despair |
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Lost and dazed so i had no real recollection |
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Until the rain cleared the air |
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When you wake to find that everything has left you |
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And the clothes you wear belong to someone else |
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See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line |
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Drifting into emptiness |
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There are bullrushes outside my window |
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And their leaves whisper words in the wind |
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Tomorrow i'll walk to the harbour |
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And catch the first boat that's coming in |
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Like a child too small to reach the front door handle |
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Or maybe just too scared to know what i would find |
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Now i feel i'm strong enough to take the slow ride |
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Not knowing when i will arrive |
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I do believe i'm going home |
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'cause i don't call this place my own |
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I'm missing what i had |
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Happy times and sad |
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More than i ever thought could be |
