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Each heartbeat becomes miles and |
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I'm only feeling further away from home with days left to go. |
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Where the trees mark the horizon linelike a finger against your lips. |
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You whisper welcome home when |
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Syracuse is in sight |
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New York, |
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New York, you're a sight for sore eyes. |
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With a sunrise kiss you welcome these boys home with open arms. |
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I'd say we missed you but you see it in our hearts. |
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Now we're packing our bags and kissing our loved ones goodbyebut our bodies are longing to feel the roadtraveling beneath our feet, so don't cry for me. |
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We'll be back soon with wide eyes and a thousand storiesto tell fill the end of time. |
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From the top of the world in the back of the vanit feels like our hearts are in the palm of your hands. |
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No one could ever have told us that it's not a fairy tale. |
