On the fringes of torso and lips
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Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
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Pummelled plains and beaten fields
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We?e never broken in spirit within
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But I feel like we?e coming around
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Yes, I feel like we?e coming around
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Tell me
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Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
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Yes it? true, we are not alone
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TV silence it? a narrow entrance
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It? a sometimes leading into future time
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But I feel like we?e coming around
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Yes, I feel like we?e coming around
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I feel like we?e coming around
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Sins of omission, no love
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Sins of omission
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I heard it once before in shepherd? isolation
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Over the horizon in blue and white now, now
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Now overcome you can outrun it
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When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life
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And I feel like we?e coming around
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Yes I feel like I? coming around, tell me
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Sins of omission, no love
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Sins
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Sins of Omission
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| Midnight Oil |
