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I walked the old eroded streets |
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A million miles now have gone behind me |
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Walked in the room, soaked up its fumes |
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Surveyed the faces I am lying to |
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Gave what I had, I gave my heart |
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Though I was broken and falling apart |
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Gave for the memory of a friend |
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Not for myself and not for them |
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When I was done I met someone |
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She came in from the storm so bright and welcome |
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Her friends came and swept her away |
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Disappeared like coyotes off on dark high plains |
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I looked across the river so still |
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Trying to remember |
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Where it was last night I laid my head to sleep |
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Where the empty night hung heavily over |
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I left Bilbao, went to Madrid |
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To Barcelona, to Pamplona |
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Where every ghost unto me known |
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Haunted me |
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I flew in over the red clay roofs |
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And floated through the clouds as they swelled and shook |
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The bronze-tinted land and sea |
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And houses rolled in hills like yellowing teeth |
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When we touched down, opened my eyes to the sun |
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The dizzying air filled my lungs |
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And just as soon she'd woken me |
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My eyes blurry, my mind heavy |
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I left Milan, I went to Rome |
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And carried her aroma on to Verona |
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And all the kindness she had shown |
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Was only a dream |
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The flurries danced on cold gray tombs |
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The frozen lots where ignored souls loomed |
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As last rays of daylight died |
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I'm blowing into my hands and clearing my eyes |
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And as the train pulled away from Cologne |
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The noise dimmed, once so loudly it had grown |
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And as the engines burned through the night |
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I stared off at far away lights |
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I left Berlin and I came home |
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To sleepy potions of blue oceans |
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Where my love so selflessly |
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Awaited me |
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I long to feel her light so warm |
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My thoughts racing to the places |
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Where her room invitingly |
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Awaited me |
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As the ocean brings in its high tide |
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As the darkness sets upon the beach |
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As we drive we look out at black cows |
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Glowing store windows in old gold rush towns |
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Over the bridge, the city sparkles so bright |
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Our hungry stomachs smell bread rise |
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Dim light of television, bedding soft down |
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And hear the perfect night as foghorns sound |