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The window opens |
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I hear the toddling waves |
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I think about the soldiers |
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I think about the interstates |
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I would like to leave it all |
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Just for a week or two |
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Maybe I'd see it in clarity |
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Whatever I would see |
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It's all so confusing |
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I don't know where I stand |
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I could be anything |
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But not yours on demand |
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I would like to leave it all |
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If I only could |
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Maybe I'd see it in clarity |
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If I'd see anything at all |
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But the birds they are singing |
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That sweet and lonesome song |
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Oh, mother, oh, brother |
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Take me home today |
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You may call me irresponsible |
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Or even carefree |
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But it's not the way I |
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Intended to be |
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I would like to stay here |
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And not say a word |
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Maybe I'd see it in clarity |
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Or I'll see nothing at all |
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But the wolfs they are howling |
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That sweet but haunted song |
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Oh, father, oh, sister |
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Take me home today |
