| The fireflies rise in the backyard
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| As we watch every sun disappear, we can hear every cricket for miles
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| How many times I’ve looked out that window
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| With my hands in a warm soapy sink and I’m thinking of what lies ahead
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| Backwards and blindfolded
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| I will always know the way
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| Backwards and blindfolded
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| I will always find the way
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| The juniper you brought back from the desert
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| That year that you traveled alone just for a new point of view
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| It’s growing wild along the walkway
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| Oh and the day that you planted it there was the first day I felt I was home
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| Backwards and blindfolded
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| I will always know the way
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| Backwards and blindfolded
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| I will always find the way
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| And the ground moves under our feet
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| But the same moon hangs over me
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| It’s the one thing I know you can see tonight
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| And the ground moves under our feet
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| But the same moon hangs over me
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| It’s the one thing I know you can see when I can’t see you
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| I’m looking down from another airplane
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| And all of the lights of the city at night look like fireflies
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| I miss the sound, the sound of your breathing |
| Oh and that sigh that you sigh every time you let go of another day
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| Backwards and blindfolded
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| I will always know the way
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| Backwards and blindfolded
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| I will always find the way
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| And the ground moves under our feet
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| But the same moon hangs over me
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| It’s the one thing I know you can see tonight
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| And the ground moves under our feet
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| But the same moon hangs over me
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| It’s the one thing I know you can see when I can’t see you
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| The ground moves under my feet
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| But the same moon hangs over me
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| It’s the one thing I know you can see when I can’t see you |