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On the way back home, how long did it seem? |
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Three days or four, snow glazed all the trees |
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My mother held me like a motorcycle |
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So warm, we sang melody |
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Campin' out all night, slow moves with the light |
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Of all the things which you've seen |
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Was the motorcycle |
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So warm, you sang melody |
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At that moment |
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I'd knowJust how close we could be |
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And though it always was mine |
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It always seemed new to me |
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Ten thousand colors in all |
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Eyes like caves on my cheeks |
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To all the people |
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I've loved |
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Don't think poor of me |
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It was until |
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I woke upThat |
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I could hold down a joke or a job or a dream |
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But then all three are one in the same |
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Yeah, all then are one in the same |
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And all then are one in the same |
