| Maybe I should book a flight to San Francisco
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| Rent a car and drive up through the redwood trees
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| Where they stand in silence high above my sorrow
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| There’s a message there for you and one for me
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| I see the child in myself as I get older
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| Still feeling every age that I have ever been
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| And I have joy when the light breaks through the shoulders
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| Of the Pacific giants swaying in the wind
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| I have a lifetime swaying in my mind again
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| I think I’m grieving the death of part of me
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| I think I’m leaving, won’t you come with me
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| I think I’m grieving the death of part of me
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| I think I’m leaving, won’t you come with me
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| It’s everything I’ve got
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| It’s not everything I need
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| It’s ok
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| I made my bed here, baby
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| This is where I stay
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| It’s everything I know
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| It’s not all that I believe
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| It’s ok
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| I made my bed here, baby
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| This is where I lay |