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You walk up to the stoplight |
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Don't notice me watching you from my car |
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And I don't know how, I don't know why |
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But I know who you are |
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Hands deep in your pockets |
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Head down like a child reciting grace |
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And I don't know where, I don't know when |
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But I've seen your face |
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We've never shared it but we feel we have |
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We've never heard it but it's in the air |
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We worry deeply so we try to laugh |
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How long until we get there? |
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Ship lost on a prairie |
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Somewhere on a former ocean swell |
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Wood dark as the night |
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But colors are bright and clear as a bell |
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I'm not always like this |
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I can't always find something this good |
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In places I go, on corners I know |
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In my own neighborhood |
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Every day and every night |
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And everything I ever had right |
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Was never enough, never quite there |
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We never quite reached it |
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We never shared it... |
