| I’m wondering where I stand
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| Am I the front door or am I the land
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| That you’re living on
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| Until you can move along
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| I’m wondering, wondering where I stand
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| Could this be your plan?
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| A blueprint you’ve drafted and understand
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| With me just a practical afterthought
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| Placed at the back of the lot
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| Could this, could this be your plan?
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| I am a fence in your backyard
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| Why is it so hard
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| And it’s hardly love if I can’t let you run
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| Down to the gate, the latch is undone
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| I’m thinking of the places I’ve stood
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| Am I a castle or am I wood
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| That you’ll paint upon
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| Until it dries and peels on the lawn
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| I’m thinking, thinking of the places I’ve stood
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| Look at all the leaves I’ve stopped
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| Am I a line am I a spot
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| That you’ll wish upon
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| Until I’m downed by wind and rot
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| Look at, look at all the leaves I’ve stopped
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| I am a fence in your backyard
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| Why is it so hard?
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| And it’s hardly love if I can’t let you run
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| Down to the gate, the latch is undone
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| And it’s far enough if I can’t see anyone
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| Don’t make me wait
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| The latch is undone
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| All the things I could be in your life
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| The closest I’ll ever get
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| Fills me with regret and it makes no sense
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| I am a fence in your backyard
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| Why is it so hard?
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| And it’s hardly love if I can’t let you run
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| Down to the gate, the latch is undone
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| And it’s far enough if I can’t see anyone
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| Don’t make me wait
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| The latch is undone |