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Drivin' fast along the icy road |
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And the snow has just fallen |
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Actually it's still falling |
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It never seems to stop |
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I look over my shoulder and make a circle through the rear window |
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So I can see |
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We're in a fish eye traveling backwards |
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And nothing seems to mean anything |
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I marvel at all the trees without leaves |
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Standing naked in the snow |
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Like they've lost something, too |
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Like houses without roofs |
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And there's a fire in the city just before we arrive |
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The anticipation of my landing has left me perpetually awake |
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As we approach the gate, I'm nervous |
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As though I'm tempting fate |
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Now that we're inside a calm takes over me and I begin to wonder where you might be |
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I am wondering all sorts of things, these days |
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Like [why] I'm getting permission from you to do what I know I need to |
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To finish what I start |
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Write it all down |
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These un-spoken words from my heart |
