| From a mountain to my heart
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| Taking them from granted
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| A distant whisper growing in the dark
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| She told me that one day
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| She would have to go away
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| But when I saw her leaving
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| I didn’t think she meant today
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| Sisters and their wishes
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| Brothers drinking in the Sunday light
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| Broken chains, paper planes
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| And everything that’s ever taken flight
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| She told me that one day
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| She would have to go away
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| But when I saw her leaving
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| I didn’t think she meant today
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| An old man standing at an open door
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| Shipwrecked on a sea of hope
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| A million miles to the nearest shore
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| And a million more to go
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| The night it comes crawling
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| And the waves dig in the beach
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| Her voice, it seems so close now
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| But her words are out of reach
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| She told me that one day
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| She would have to go away
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| But when I saw her leaving
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| I didn’t think she meant today
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| No I didn’t think she meant today |