| I never thought I’d find my own way
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| That love had slipped away
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| And left me cold
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| I was swinging at shadows
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| I was handing out blame
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| Until you came
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| To fill my soul
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| 'Cause it wasn’t in my bottle
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| Or the bottom of my glass
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| I couldn’t see it in my future
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| Or the wreckage of my past
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| Lay me down
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| Roll me over
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| Be my teacher
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| Be my lover
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| Show me how to fly
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| Help me to stand
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| With your healing hands
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| Would you drive with me westward?
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| Put some miles beneath these wheels
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| 'Til trouble feels far behind
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| With all the passion in my body
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| Naked skin and naked soul
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| I need you to be mine
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| Somehow the words all failed me
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| In that quiet candle light
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| But you smiled and touched me gently
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| Told me it would be all right
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| Lay me down
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| Roll me over
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| Be my teacher
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| Be my lover
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| Show me how to fly
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| Help me to stand
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| With your healing hands
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| In a circle of two
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| Around Santa Fe fires
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| We made magic with our eyes
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| And in the waist deep snows of Yellowstone
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| There was no one but God and you and I
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| To save our lives
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| But I swear I found religion
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| On the South Dakota plains
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| And in you I have salvation
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| Over my poor, lost remains
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| Oh, lay me down…
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| Lay me down
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| Roll me over
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| Be my teacher
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| Be my lover
|
| Show me how to fly
|
| Help me to stand
|
| With your healing hands
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| Lay me down
|
| Roll me over
|
| Be my teacher
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| Be my lover
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| I’ll be your shelter
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| Yours to command
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| With your healing hands |