| In between terms
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| I wade through forest with the feeling it’ll never end
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| I wait for my turn; |
| the violent crowds drive minds to the lighthouse
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| But the lighthouse keeper isn’t there…
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| He said in the light that sets along the sail
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| I light a flare as I’m all alone
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| In the light that sets along the sail
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| In this beautiful unknown
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| Where the cold river meets the suns glare
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| Like frozen kisses in the spring air
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| The Pacific is as blue as I dream
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| In time you will forget and I will find you
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| In between terms
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| I wade through forest just to make it to the other side
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| To chase the turning tide
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| I take to the hills; |
| the dew falls thick like a tear from the treetops
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| He said in the light that sets along the sail
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| I light a flare as I’m all alone
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| In the light that sets along the sail
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| In this beautiful unknown
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| Where the cold river meets the suns glare
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| Like frozen kisses in the spring air
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| The Pacific is as blue as I dream
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| In time you will forget and I will find you
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| Heaven is kindling for sin
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| Home is the fire that keeps us in
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| The Pacific is as blue as I dream |