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Everywhere i see the signs pointing one direction |
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No more twists or crooked turns leaving room for doubt |
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Where i used to take the time for quiet and reflection |
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Now i only hear the noise of what i am without |
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I see the walking hand in hand and my eyes just want to linger |
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On those golden wedding bands wrapped around their fingers |
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By the time i turn away i feel it once again |
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I'm back in this familiar place, outside looking in |
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Baby all the tears between us couldn't fill the spaces |
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And all the words we grasped at, they just fell away |
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I kept waiting on forgiveness to fix the broken places |
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But nothing even like it ever came my way |
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And tonight i drove around and the street came up before me |
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I took a turn and then i found this old house coming toward me |
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I heard the sound a heart must make when a memory's caving in |
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Oh baby what a hungry place, outside looking in |
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It's the hardest kind of need that never knows a reason |
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Are we such a lonely breed or just born in a lonely season |
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Baby it's all in the eyes; it's where the reckoning begins |
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It's where we linger like a sigh; it's where we long to be pulled in |
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It's where we learn to say goodbye without saying anything |
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Just standing on the borderlines, outside looking in |
