| you think you’re at the end
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| you think you can’t further down
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| well if you’re at the end
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| then baby, please come home now
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| baby, please come home
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| I know the shores are murky where you’re wading
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| and the sky glistening and grey
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| there used to be a storm a’churnin' in your chest
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| but it’s gone away
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| I’ll tell you one thing I know to be true
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| the water is clearer on this side
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| so take my hand, take my hand
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| and I’ll show you where the water is blue
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| you think you’re at the end
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| you think you can’t further down
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| well if you’re at the end
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| then baby, please come home now
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| baby, please come home
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| now to get there, gotta pick your knees up and the water only gets deeper
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| now to get there, to get through this thick part
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| all our secrets sheltering
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| now you’ll see while we bed all behind
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| and all that’s left of you is bones
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| take my hand, take my hand
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| and I’ll show you how to remember
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| take my hand, take my hand
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| and I’ll show you how to remember
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| I’ll hold you in my arms
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| as if you were an autoharp
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| the chord resounding in your chest
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| the chords like all the words
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| that you ever sent
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| all the stories ever told
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| so tell me a story
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| tell me something true
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| tell me a story
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| babe, I’ll lead you home
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| babe, I’ll lead you home |