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(Nanci Griffith) |
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Out of the blue horizon |
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Stretched a band of gold |
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From the straits of Juan de Fuca |
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To the east of Portland, Maine |
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You held my hand |
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As we raced along the buffalo bayou |
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Chasing the tail of this globe |
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You say one day, babe we're bound to |
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'cause it takes two for the road |
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Chorus |
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We're two of a kind heart |
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Closing in the distances |
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Now here comes our twilight part |
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And we've had the best light of our days |
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We're two rails that never crossed in anger |
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Voices never raised |
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Two of a kind heart |
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Two for the road |
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We have been blessed with dreaming |
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You had Georgia's New Mexico |
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And while your hands worked in China |
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It was from Ireland I wrote |
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Moving out from America |
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From those buffalo bayou trails |
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Now, didn't you tell me, babe, we'll have this globe |
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By it's tail |
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'cause it takes two for the road |
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Chorus |
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And we can be anywhere and never leave home |
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With your hand to hold ... we are two for the road |
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Two of a kind heart ... two for the road |