| There’s a local tavern comfort you evoke
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| There’s a point to life nestled in your eyes
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| When you’re laughin' at all my jokes
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| Well I tried but I can’t forget
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| Because the one thing that matters most
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| Is the shape you take in my dreams
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| Doesn’t fit my waking world
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| As I fled my birthplace village lookin' back
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| There’s a chessboard set in the distance
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| That was made in the recent past
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| Or was it just a cemetery?
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| Or a tombstone dealership?
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| I could not tell from the road
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| We were goin' pretty fast
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| Did the clatter I send you ever arrive?
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| Did you breathe it into your lungs and then
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| Blow a cloud as you said goodnight?
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| When you swept down the last of it
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| Is it tidy in your room?
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| Do you feel the phantom limbo
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| As you bend beneath the broom?
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| There’s a thousand words I’ve framed behind my eyes
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| When I close my lids
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| There’s a childhood glimpse
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| As I leave the day behind
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| And at night when my bones surrender
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| To the wind blown from the sea
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| And I’m sure that you’re the sweetest breeze that’s ever blown through me |