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I want to live where soul meets body |
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And let the sun wrap its arms around me |
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And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing |
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And feel, feel what it's like to be new |
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'Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station |
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Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations |
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So they may have a chance of finding a place |
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Where they're far more suited than here |
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I cannot guess what we'll discover |
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We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels |
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But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's |
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And not one speck will remain |
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I do believe it's true |
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That there are roads left in both of our shoes |
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But if the silence takes you |
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Then I hope it takes me too |
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So brown eyes I hold you near |
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'Cause you're the only song I want to hear |
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |
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Where soul meets body |
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Where soul meets body |
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Where soul meets body |
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I do believe it's true |
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That there are roads left in both of our shoes |
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But if the silence takes you |
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Then I hope it takes me too |
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So brown eyes I hold you near |
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'Cause you're the only song I want to hear |
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |