| miles of flattened trees
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| and the river serpentine
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| ribbons of wild geese
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| above the cedars and the pines
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| you can travel to escape yourself
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| but the fact is you still take yourself
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| feathered hopes and blackened suns
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| at every twist and every turn
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| always set on high alert
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| thinking that you will get hurt
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| when so much of love
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| is so neutral and so misread
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| wound up like a coiled spring
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| will jump off at anything
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| but must of the stuff is just
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| happening in our own head
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| oh, the heart is a mirror
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| where it’s easy just to see yourself
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| yeah, the heart is a mirror
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| where it’s easy just to see yourself
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| Rachel’s friend he lost his job
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| and now his wife earns everything
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| so he cooks the food and he bathes the kids
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| and for the bedtime the songs he’s learned to sing
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| but there’s one thing he doesn’t get
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| he sees his wife as a threat
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| when most of her love is so neutral
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| and so misread
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| he shouts and he disagrees
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| he can’t allow her any victories
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| but most of the stuff is just happening
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| in his own head
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| oh, the heart is a mirror
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| where it’s easy just to see your own face
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| yeah, the heart is a mirror
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| where it’s easy just to see your own face
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| so come on my heart
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| where do we start?
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| are you that easy to outsmart?
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| my stupid heart
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| why so foolish and why so weak?
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| and where did you get the selfish streak?
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| see the bad in everyone
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| who are you trying to outrun?
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| always set on high alert
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| thinking that you will get hurt
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| when so much of her love
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| is so neutral and so misread
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| open up your arms tonight
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| open up and hold her tight
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| because must of the stuff is just happening
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| in your own head
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| oh, the heart is a mirror
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| where it’s easy just to see yourself
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| yeah, the heart is a mirror
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| where it’s easy just to see yourself
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| oh, the heart is a mirror
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| oh, the heart
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| so open your arms tonight
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| yeah, open your arms tonight |