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I wait for the day to burn into night
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And then I wait for dawn,
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And I open my eyes when it gets bright
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And I know I must be home.
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I know I must be home,
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God I'm coming home,
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Hold tight cyclone
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Found love in the music
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But lost it in the overtones.
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Sweat on the brow, blood on the lips
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Love for the money, and gold at the fingertips,
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At the fingertips.
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Hold tight cyclone
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Don't need no religion to look for the Kingdom Come
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Gotta feel for the ground, reach for the sky,
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Leap off the edge to see if you fall or fly
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If you fall or fly.
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Hold tight cyclone
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A fool to continue but love keeps me holding on.
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And it feels good real slow.
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I love you to hurt me
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But pain makes me let you go,
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It makes me let you go.
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Lost in the overtones - cyclone
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Lost in the overtones - cyclone
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Lost, lost, lost...
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Ooh hold tight!
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Cyclone
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| Melanie Safka |
