| Left out on the road eight years ago
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| And you left too but I never really thought you would really go
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| If I knew then—I's really losing you
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| I’d change my ways and my mind—fore I lose control
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| Cuz in a darkened space, we watched our souls replace
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| And said our ‘goodbyes'
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| But we didn’t know the shape
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| And for years now
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| I been hunting you down
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| Trying to find out
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| Your hiding place
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| Oh, at last!
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| You’re here in my arms again
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| And I don’t know how long
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| So I won’t waste a bit
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| The beauty of the road—is lost in your eyes—I drift
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| Softly back to when, we were young and in love
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| Where does it go?
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| You spend your whole life wishing and working all you gets the end of the rope
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| Oh what do we know?
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| You spend your whole life searching and find the thing you’re looking is what
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| you lost so long ago
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| And for years now, I’ve been hunting the sound
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| That soft breath on the back of my neck, got me running…
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| Oh, at last!
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| You’re here in my arms again
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| And I don’t know how long
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| So I won’t waste a bit
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| The beauty of the road—is lost in your eyes—I drift
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| Softly back to when, we were young and in love
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| You’re here in my arms again
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| And I don’t know how long
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| So I won’t waste a bit
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| The beauty of the road—is lost in your eyes—I drift
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| Softly back to when, we were young and in love
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| Oh we were young
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| And in love
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| I was young
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| And in love |