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In the fallen night |
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Underneath a starry sky |
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Guided by dotted lines, |
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Mile markers and highway signs |
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I'm so far from the city |
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Yet in a way you're here with me |
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I believe |
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Passing a lonesome home |
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Through a town I'll never know |
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There's a sod-line overpass |
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With abandoned boxcars on railroad tracks |
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I'm so far from the city |
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Yet in a way you're here with me |
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I believe |
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I believe there's something in our hearts |
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Connecting us from the start |
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That something's are meant to be |
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Our thoughts merging without knowing |
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You're a soul that keeps me going |
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That I can take with me |
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Telephone wires that stretch for miles and miles |
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And if I could only send those words to the other end |
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I'm so far from the city |
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Yet in a way you're here with me |
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I believe |
