| Our second step was river quiet
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| We walked along the Rockies, stones admired
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| Calcite greens and feather bones divided
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| Morning’s first born and a day-glow fire
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| Day glow fire
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| In your upstairs room, I sit in silence
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| No longer a guest in your bed
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| Or in your heart or head
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| Surrounded by your things and memories entire
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| Not finding any trace of me
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| I know it’s time to leave
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| We used to talk until the sun come up
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| We used to walk, we used to run
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| We used to talk until the sun come up
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| We used to walk, we used to run
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| I packed my bags last night
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| I always pick the strangest ways to say, ‘goodbye'
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| But I had to come and see that this had died
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| I had to look into your eyes
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| Just one last time
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| Just one last time
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| Oh I had to look into your eyes!
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| We used to talk until the sun come up
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| We used to walk, we used to run
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| We used to talk until the sun come up
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| We used to walk, we used to run
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| We used to talk until the sun come up
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| We used to walk, we used to run
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| We used to talk until the sun come up
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| We used to walk, we used to run
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| And walk into the sun |