| Think you sped off but can’t be sure
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| Your sound is mixed with all the rest
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| In the field this time there was no one else
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| In the field this time there was no one
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| The space where you sat; |
| neurons, electricity
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| The shape that you left I can’t trace it yet
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| It seeps back into the air
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| And all around the sun went low and late
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| And up there are constellations we can’t see
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| In the pathways of old dreams
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| I think I met you there
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| On a shoreline, in the reeds, in the air
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| Dim, forgotten, stuck on a song
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| It followed me all along
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| Nothing is complete nothing is complete
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| Nothing is complete nothing is complete
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| It was a place you return to in a dream
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| It’s a place for you and me
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| It was a place you return to in a dream
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| It’s a place for you and me |