| I wanna live where soul meets body
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| And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
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| And feel, feel what it’s like to be new
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| 'Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
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| Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
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| They may have a chance of finding a place
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| Where they’re far more suited than here
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| I cannot guess what we’ll discover
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| When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
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| But I know our filthy hands we’ll wash one another
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| And not one speck will remain
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| I do believe it’s true there are roads left in both of our shoes
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| But if the silence takes you I hope it takes me too
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| So Brown eyes I hold you near, ‘cause you’re the only song I wanna hear
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| A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
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| Where soul meets body
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| Soul meets body
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| Where soul meets body
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| Where soul meets body
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| Soul meets body
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| Soul meets body |