| I don’t need a moon that’s full
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| To feel its curse, its weight, its pull
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| And I don’t need the riverbed
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| To push my dreams above my head
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| And I don’t need the falling day
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| To find me on the floor this way
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| Where reason turns its face away
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| But I might need you soon
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| To see me home
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| I don’t know how the rising tide
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| Has crawled my knees and found my side
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| I don’t know how it knows my name
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| Or the reaching shadow of my frame
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| I don’t know why it’s come to call
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| And steals the color from the wall
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| Then sweeps us both out in the hall
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| But I know I’ll need you soon
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| To see me home
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| Take my hand
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| Walk me through the valley
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| I’ll fear not, with the sun to warm my face
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| There we’ll stand
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| In the light of all that shall be
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| Knowing home has never been a place
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| Something has come over me
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| Rolled a stone away and free
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| Scratched a word into the sand
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| With something still here in my hand
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| It’s something neither you nor I
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| While dark has slipped beneath the skies
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| It’s lit a lamp behind our eyes
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| And I know I’ll need you soon
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| To see me home
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| Oh I know I’ll need you soon
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| To see me home |