| I built a home there in the trees
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| With splintered hands
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| And bruised and bloodied knees
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| One day your voice came riding on the breeze:
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| «Ooh, ooh.
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| You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone
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| You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone
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| You don’t have to be alone, you don’t have to be alone!»
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| Your voice touched my skin and filled my bones
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| It’s running through the trees
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| Like the wind that blows
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| You set my words alive like skipping stones:
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| «Ooh, ooh.»
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| I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone
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| I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone
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| I thought I had to be alone, I thought I had to be alone!
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| Empty out my pockets full of light
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| Filling riverbeds
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| With tears turned dry
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| The earth claps its hands in perfect time:
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| «Ooh, ooh.»
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| No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
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| No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
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| No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
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| No more singing all alone, no more singing all alone
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| No more singing all alone!
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| The clock grows old in the grandfather sky
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| The lock grows cold just waiting for me to die
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| And all of the wrinkles that my tears have left behind:
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| They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
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| They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
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| They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines
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| They’re just lines, they’re just lines, they’re just lines! |