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My days they are the highway kind |
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They only come to leave |
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But the leaving i don't mind |
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It's the coming that i crave |
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Pour the sun upon the ground |
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Stand to throw a shadow |
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Watch it grow into the night |
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And fill the spinning sky |
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Time among the pine trees |
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It felt like breath of air |
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Usually i just walk these streets |
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And tell myself to care |
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Sometimes i believe me |
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Sometimes i don't hear |
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Sometimes the shape i'm in |
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Won't let me go |
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I don't know too much for truth |
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But my heart knows how to pound |
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My legs know how to love someone |
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My voice knows how to sound |
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It's a shame that it's not enough |
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It's a shame that it is a shame |
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Follow the circle down |
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Where would you be |
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You're the only one i want |
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I've never heard your name |
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Let's hope we meet someday |
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If we don't it's all the same |
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And i'll meet the ones between us |
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And be thinking about you |
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And all the places i have seen |
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And why you were not there |
