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Somewhere past the fields |
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Past the reeds and evergreens she sleeps |
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My bright eyed, holy child |
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That dream of mine comes to life |
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My sad and sweet soul mate |
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Mile after mile of crumbling roads |
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Spread across this nation just like veins |
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They keep moving me through |
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They keep pushing me away from her |
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And towards lonely beds and long cold days |
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And now I can see it |
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Now I just know that I've pushed too much |
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I've held too much back |
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I've been too much intact when I'm falling apart |
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I need her now |
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I need her more than anything |
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I'll wait while hours pass like days |
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Until I come home |
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Until I can touch her face |
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Until I can waste the days away |
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In comfort and in solitude with her |
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Safe and secure in our home |
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And now I can see it |
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Now I just know that I've pushed too much |
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I've held too much back |
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I've been too much intact when I'm falling apart |
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I need her now |
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I need her more than anything |
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And I tell myself "soon you'll be back home" |
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I tell myself "soon you'll be back home" |
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"Soon you'll be back home" |
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And now I can see it |
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Now I just know that I've pushed too much |
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I've held too much back |
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I've been too much intact when I'm falling apart |
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I need her now |
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I need her more than anything |