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I see America from airplane windows |
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Center front row |
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On top of the world |
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Looking out on this quilt of old scraps |
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These green squares laid flat |
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Like flags unfurled |
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They're stitched together by our |
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Fences and tree lines |
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Rivers that unwind |
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And spell Your Name |
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There's a trace of Your face in |
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All that You create |
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(chorus) |
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I can see You |
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Looking back at me |
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Trying to get through |
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To the heart of me |
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And I can see You |
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Trying to break through |
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What's distracting me |
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And I can see You |
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I can see You |
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Looking up from my hotel window |
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There in the moon's glow |
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I find Your eyes |
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Watching over me through |
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Clouds of silver |
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Stretched like fingers |
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Over midnight skies |
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And I recognize You |
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Even in disguise |
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(Chorus) |
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If I can't get past |
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All of the deadlines |
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Demons of daily grind |
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Then I can, I can, I can see You |
