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See the lazy windmills slowly turning, ahh |
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Cutting up the marble canyons of the sky |
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See the dust around my feet go churning, ahh |
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Moving with the winds down the highways of goodbye |
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon |
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Looking over maps of memories for the road |
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon |
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With the unexpected destination of my home |
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Half the thoughts I'm thinking speak in sighs |
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As that same old wave of loneliness returns |
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And I can see you when I close my eyes |
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Speaking very softly as you turned |
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon |
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Looking over maps of memories for the road |
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon |
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With the unexpected destination of my home |
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Now I must go |
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Go and let go |
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon |
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Looking over maps of memories for the road |
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon |
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With the unexpected destination of my home |
