| Over mountains I feel safe
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| Sacred were those summers
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| And these memories I place in my heart for shelter
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| And I modify, just to smell the ocean
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| And I underline, visualizing motion
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| And I guess I miss my home
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| I could not stay
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| I’ll return, it’s alright, I’m okay
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| Reoccurred daydream, tie up stern first
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| And these gifts I’ve learned, never leave me
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| And I redesign, family and growing
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| And I realign, forgetting nothing
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| And I guess I miss my home
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| I could not stay
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| I’ll return, it’s alright, I’m okay
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| Maybe in a few years it’ll come back to you
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| Reflection becoming your virtue
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| So sort me out, lay me away
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| Over these mountains I feel safe
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| And bless the sound, return the day
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| Over these mountains I feel safe
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| And I guess I miss my home
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| I could not stay
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| I’ll return, it’s alright, I’m okay
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| Maybe in a few years it’ll come back to you
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| Reflection becoming your virtue
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| So sort me out, lay me away
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| Over these mountains I feel safe |