| I was an arrow and you were a bow
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| Baby we took a chance to see how far we’d go
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| I had my eye on the farthest horizon
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| The pull and the tension only made us fly on the back of the wind
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| We fell in love on a whim, but tell me where did we end up?
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| And I’m scrolling through the moments
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| Trying to find it, where’d we hide it?
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| There’s a target underneath this mess we made
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| Oh, it’s a long shot
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| But I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking aim at your heart
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| I found a photo of you staring into the blue
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| The Carolina sky, the Appalachian view
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| You looked into the void
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| You said «What is the point?
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| There are no guarantees, it’s just the toss of a coin.»
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| I said, «The best things maybe, are pointless baby
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| Like songs or dancing.»
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| And I’m scrolling through the moments
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| Trying to find it, where’d we hide it?
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| There’s a target underneath this mess we made
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| Oh, it’s a long shot
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| But I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking aim
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| Oh, it’s a long shot
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| But I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking aim at your heart
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| Oh, I heard a story
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| A master of archery |
| Giving a lesson at the edge of the shore
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| He pulled back his bow to it’s fullest arc
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| And with total focus in his mind and heart
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| He let the arrow free into the middle of the sea
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| And then he said «bullseye!»
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| Oh, it’s a long shot
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| But I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking aim
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| Oh, it’s a long shot
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| But I’m taking, I’m taking, I’m taking aim at your heart |