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You wait in the car on the side of the road |
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Let me go and stand a while |
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I want to know you're there, but I want to be alone |
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If only for a minute or two |
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I want to see what it feels like to leave without you |
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I want to feel the touch of my own skin |
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Against the sun, against the wind |
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I walked out in a field |
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The grass was high and it brushed against my legs |
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I just stood and looked out at the open space |
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At a farmhouse out a little ways |
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And I wondered about the people who lived in it |
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And I wondered if they were happy and content |
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Were there children and a man and a wife? |
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And did she love him and take her hair down at night? |
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If I stray too far from you |
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Don't go and try to find me |
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It doesn't mean that I don't love you |
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It don't mean that I won't come back and stay beside you |
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It only means that I need a little time |
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To follow that unbroken line |
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To a place where where the wild things grow |
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To a place where I always used to go |
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If only for a minute or two |
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I want to see what it feels like to be without you |
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I want to know the touch of my own skin |
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Against the sun, against the wind |
