| I’m writing you a letter on hotel letterhead
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| A record of my restlessness before I go to bed
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| On the other side of midnight, on the far side of the world
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| I’m sending out a signal, hoping that you heard
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| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through
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| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo
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| That’s how it is, layin' stone on stone
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| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road
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| I’m writing you a love note, on the center of my palm
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| Little circles and symbols for every day I’ve been gone
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| It’s all miracles and magic, it’s as simple as that
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| Pulling fishes and loaves alike, rabbits from a hat
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| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through
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| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo
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| That’s how it is, layin' stone on stone
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| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road
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| All the fussin' and the righteous, the bewildered and confused
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| All the lost and the lonely are leanin' into you
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| They’re all leanin' into something that they cannot even name
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| And nobody gets outta here without forever bein' changed
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| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through
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| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo
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| That’s how it is, layin' stone on stone
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| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road
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| I’m a stranger here, I’m only passing through
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| But every place I go leaves its own tattoo
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| I know how it is, that’s how it goes
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| Buildin' little altars by the side of the road
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| And I know how it is
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| Know how it is
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| Know how it is
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| I know how
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| Know how it is |