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I find the map and draw a straight line |
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Over rivers, farms, and state lines |
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The distance from 'here' to where you'd be |
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It's only finger-lengths that I see |
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I touch the place where I'd find your face |
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My fingers in creases of distant dark places |
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I hang my coat up in the first bar |
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There is no peace that I've found so far |
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The laughter penetrates my silence |
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As drunken men find flaws in science |
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Their words mostly noises |
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Ghosts with just voices |
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Your words in my memory |
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Are like music to me |
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I'm miles from where you are |
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I lay down on the cold ground |
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And I pray that something picks me up |
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And sets me down in your warm arms |
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After I have traveled so far |
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We'd set the fire to the third bar |
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We'd share each other like an island |
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Until exhausted, close our eyelids |
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And dreaming, pick up from |
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The last place we left off |
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Your soft skin is weeping |
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A joy you can't keep in |
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I'm miles from where you are |
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I lay down on the cold ground |
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And I pray that something picks me up |
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And sets me down in your warm arms |
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I'm miles from where you are |
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I lay down on the cold ground |
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And I pray that something picks me up |
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And sets me down in your warm arms |