i am not on top of a mountain and
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i am not under the ground
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i am not spilling over the edges and
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i am not easily found
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i am not in a shelter from the winter
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when your head is buried in the sand
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why do the secret sellers explain things
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things i already understand
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and who do you think i am
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yes you who do you say i am
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once when i was flying past the steeple
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the bells were ringing in my ears
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and i was counting the broken-hearted people
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and i was following their tears
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i am not sinking in the sadness
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i am not throwing bitter stones
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i do not worry who will mind me
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i am not dancing alone
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but you who do you think i am
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yes you who do you say i am
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is it winter where you are
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try to find me if you can
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when it's over it's never over
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and when it's empty it's never gone
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i am in silence gone from danger
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far away is the forgotten one
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i am headed from that distant lighthouse
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i am twisting towards the sun
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i wrap around me all your goodness
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if i go that way am i the only one
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but you who do you think i am
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yes you who do you say i am
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Who do you think i am
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| Sinead Lohan |
