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No one in sight for fifty miles |
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Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines. |
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If I can just reach the crest of that hill |
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This whole day will tumble, out the night will spill. |
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The sky as still as a spinning top |
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Shooting stars drop like burning words from above |
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If I could just connect all these dots |
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The truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love. |
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And yet people keep saying |
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I'm miles from my home, |
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Miles from my home. |
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I met you again in my sleep last night, |
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These are days of slow boats and false starts. |
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Hearts remain under lock and key, |
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You will be the one to set them both free. |
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And yet people will tell you |
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You're miles from your home, |
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Miles from your home. |
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But that's where I want to be. |
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Out there searching, |
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Out here fumbling, |
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Out here waiting |
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For you and you for me. |
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The moon hangs like a question mark, |
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Pale as milk, bold as promise. |
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When will you share these sights with us? |
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When will we hold you in our arms? |
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And people will tell them |
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We're miles from our home, |
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Miles from our home. |
