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Lyrics:
You have a way with words never seem to care and it's hard to believe in something that's not there, or there
And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When I'm at home, in a world of my own, I stop
And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When I'm at home, in a world of my own
Beneath the land of snow under the edge of sky across the Bering Strait asking himself why, oh why
And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When I'm at home in a world of my own I stop
And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When I'm at home in a world of my own
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