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I'm the sparrow on the roof |
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I'm the list of everyone |
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I have to lose |
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I'm the rainbow in the dart |
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I am who I was and how much |
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I can hurt |
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So I will look for you in stories of hurricans |
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Westward leading, still proceeding |
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To the world unseen |
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I'm the mirror in the hall |
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From your empty room |
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I can hear it fall |
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Now that we must live apart |
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I have a lock of hair and one-half of my heart |
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So I will look for you |
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Between the grooves of songs we sing |
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Westward leading, still proceeding |
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To the world unseen |
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There are no gifts that will be found |
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Wrapped in winter, laid beneath the ground |
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You must be somewhere in the stars' |
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Cause from a distance comes the sound of your guitar |
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And I will look for you in |
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Memphis and the miles between |
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I will look for you in morphine and in dreams |
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I will look for you in the rhythm of my bloodstream |
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Westward leading, still proceeding |
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To the world unseen |
