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I don't go out searching* |
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I try to get lost |
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I am no longer seeking out your cup or your cross |
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So, if you ever get to wandering 'cause you've been wondering where I am |
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If I appear more like smoke to you, than like the water in your dam, don't turn away |
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There is a higher road just up ahead I'm told. |
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Oh, may we find it together. |
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May we remain forever one. |
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Have I been distracted? |
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Nearer to absence than to man? |
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Lost in a fog of nothingness? |
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Adrift without a map or plan? |
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I can tell your patience is threadbare to the strand. |
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What was once a mighty ocean here is more like water through your hands. |
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Don't turn away |
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There is a higher road just up ahead I'm told. |
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Oh, may we find it together. |
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May we remain forever one. |
