The plague burns on and on
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It's pitiless, it's vivid in the sky (in the sky)
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The sun glows out and on
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It's merciless, even when you're up this high (in the sky)
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And you really think you've got my number
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Just don't forget, I know who you are
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I know what you want, maybe just a little somna
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A woman has lived in my head, these past thirty years
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Talks in a voice no one can hear
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With her shoulders of fortune, and her waist of time
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Soothe your body, change your mind
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You've got to leave that world behind
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Somna
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Steve Kilbey |