Day turns to night
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Then night turns to day
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In the blink of an eye it?s the next year
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Snowflake on my eyelash
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It?s cold and I know why
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I question everything
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I am transfixed on the star sky above
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And unlike Mars it?s the reason why I'm here
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Which I am there when it doesn?t appear
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Call me strange call me straight
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Call me anything you like
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I?m the door and I can turn
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Like the seconds on the clock
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It?s the light it is the rain
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It?s the reason I?m missing
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It?s the riddle in my call
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I'm not what you think at all
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Not at all
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Tip toe with diplomatic words
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Am I not exposed
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For my wild child supressed
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Tick tock my days go
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Tick tock with every passing cloud
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I'd even shape an apple tree
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Maybe
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Call me strange call me straight
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Call me anything you like
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I?m the door and I can turn
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Like the seconds on the clock
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It?s the light it is the rain
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It?s the reason I?m missing
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It?s the riddle in my call
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I'm not what you think at all
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Storybooks and dark angels sing
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These blurry shapes in my magic land
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Call me strange call me straight
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Call me anything you like
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I?m the door and I can turn
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Like the seconds on the clock
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It?s the light it is the rain
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It?s the reason I?m missing
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It?s the riddle in my call
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I'm not what you think at all
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Call me strange call me straight
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Call me anything you like
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I?m the door and I can turn
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Like the seconds on the clock
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It?s the light it is the rain
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It?s the reason I?m missing
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It?s the riddle in my call
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I'm not what you think at all
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The Riddle
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| Delta Goodrem |
