Yeah
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In the woumb of winter, summer seems a myth
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In my desperation I throw my faith into the wind
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Born to a world where it is a fight just to fit in
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From the craddle to the grave, it never ends
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Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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I will, I'll make my great escape
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So many ways to walk upon the earth
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I trace my footsteps to the place of my birth
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So what do you do with all your precious time
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So many ways in which to reach for the sky
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Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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I will, I'll make my great escape
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Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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I will, I'll make my great escape
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Say, little bit by little bit, someday
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I may be weary but I am not weak
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I can sing a song of suffering
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Maybe a song unsung is dancing on the tip of your tongue
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My salvation's ahead of me
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I can feel it calling me
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I know that I, I know that I will be ready
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Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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I will, I'll make my great escape
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Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
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I will, I'll make my great escape
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Someday
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Brett Dennen |