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I spent a week drinking the sunlight of |
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Winnetka, |
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California |
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Where they understand the weight of human hearts |
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You see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you |
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With the fear that it eventually departs |
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And the truth is |
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I've been dreaming of some tired tranquil place |
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Where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones |
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And if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face |
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Then it's there |
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I'll plant these seeds and make my home |
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I spent a day dreaming of dying in |
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Mesa, Arizona |
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Where all the green of life had turned to ash |
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And I felt |
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I was on fire with the things |
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I could have told you |
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I just assumed that you eventually would ask |
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And I wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart |
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And all those months |
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I just wanted to sleep |
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And though spring, it did come slowly, |
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I guess it did its part |
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My heart has thawed and continues to beat |
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I visited my brother on the outskirts of |
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OlympiaWhere the forest and the water become one |
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And we talked about our childhood like a dream we were convinced of |
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That perfect peaceful street that we came from |
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And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords |
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As I sat inside my room so long ago |
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And it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told |
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By a car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold |
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And I went to |
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San Diego, the birthplace of the summer |
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And watched the ocean dance under the moon |
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And there was a girl |
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I knew there, one more potential lover |
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I guess that somethings gotta happen soon |
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Because I know |
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I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream |
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As I walked along the beach and drank with her |
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I thought about my true love, the one |
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I really need |
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With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure |
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They make me pure, they make me pure |
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I long to be with you |
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They make me pure, they make me pure |
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I long to be with you |
