| In a town on the heights,
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| We met in sound,
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| Let the cover of night
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| Draw us down,
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| Further south
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| Where I was young
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| And caught up,
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| In the skies on the way.
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| I see them now.
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| I’m not the same,
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| Nor you with your little one
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| Who needs more than love.
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| A mother afraid,
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| I had it so easy,
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| You were the one who fought.
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| Was I a better man
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| When you held me up,
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| And gave me back more than time?
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| Was I a better man,
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| With you Sol?
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| Maybe time has the key,
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| To one last door.
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| Where our eyes cannot meet
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| Without being sure,
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| That the sound had always
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| Run inside us,
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| From a start out of reach,
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| I see it now.
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| I’m not the same,
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| Nor you with your little one
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| Who needs more than love.
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| A mother afraid,
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| I had it so easy,
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| You were the one who fought.
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| Was I a better man
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| When you held me up,
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| And gave me back more than time?
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| Was I a better man,
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| With you Sol?
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| Some shimmers hide the way,
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| And when the idols are gone
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| The sun raises others the same,
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| Knowing well,
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| The silent thought has no answer, no.
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| Maybe I was too blind
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| To recognize
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| The buried fire
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| Was lying aglow.
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| If I need no forgiveness
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| I’m all but forgotten,
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| Lost in the changing of the times.
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| With dust on the table,
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| The quena lies broken,
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| Waiting on one last songline,
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| To live another life
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| Dream it Sol.
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| Said I’m sorry that I never wrote,
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| Though I meant to I just couldn’t start.
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| Most of the time I spend alone,
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| Just trying to make sense of it all.
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| Have you ever been alone?
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| No you ain’t ever been alone,
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| No, not really Sol.
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| No you ain’t ever been alone,
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| No, not really Sol. |