| Walking in a thought.
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| Feeding on crumbs of light
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| fragments of the sun.
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| Pounding drumbeat on
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| every step makes it your last.
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| Something you see
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| when looking up, is looking back.
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| And her eyes
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| you know that she needs you now.
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| And your voice
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| you know that she hears it now.
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| Thumping bright city lights
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| reprint of the stars.
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| Thinking there is somewhere
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| you should go that isn’t Now.
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| And her eyes
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| you know that she needs you now,
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| And your voice
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| you know that she hears it now.
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| In her eyes
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| you know that she needs you now,
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| And her voice
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| just know that it calls you now. |