(Steve McEwan)
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Lightning flash and the flesh so warm
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In an arc of beauty busy being born
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Skin on skin and my heart is torn
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From the tour of duty
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Heaven is here and here's my home
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She is seated on the holy throne
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'Neath the cherub on the tread of dawn
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Unnerving beauty
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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You came alive in your pride
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You shiny diamond
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You cry like you lie
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There's no denying
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Yet to see you come in the crash of thunder
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But when I do I'll watch in wonder
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Wicked
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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One day comes and a baby born
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Another flies by and a mother mourns
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Soul come go in the dead of morn with the passing season
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Lose myself find me here with you
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Don't know where I've been don't know what to do
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Time stands still and my spirit's through and my soul it's freezing
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Your eyes line with the sun
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You hungry demon
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Uproot my belief cut down my reason
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Who or why or what there's no believing
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Everything you touch there's no leaving
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Wicked
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Wicked
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Wicked
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Wicked
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Out of my head
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In my head
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Lightning flash and the flesh so warm
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In arc of beauty busy being born
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Skin on skin and my heart is torn
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Wicked
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Wicked
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| Faith Hill |
