| I am a woman haunted by hands even though I’m alone
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| Traces of palm across my skin
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| An invisible map of where you’ve been
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| It’s dry road to Idaho, a thirsty tongue across the land
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| And soil so dry it could swallow an entire man
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| Took the first road out of town hoping you were just skin deep
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| But I feel you like some sort of phantom limb
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| Beside me when I sleep
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| 'Cause you are here when gone
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| You are here when gone
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| You are here when gone
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| You are here when gone
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| I watch another grey day unfold it’s dusty wings
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| Sometimes I wish I were more like rocks and stones and things
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| Sometimes I wish my heart were not like flowers at all
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| That way I would not get butterflies when you call
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| Your absence undermines the landscape
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| Incomplete without your body like a pillar holding up the sky
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| My body thirsty for your touch
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| There’s no use wondering why
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| 'Cause you are here when gone
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| You’re here when gone
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| You are here when gone
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| Here when gone
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| And some birds abandon the nest
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| 'Cause the instinct is too strong to fly
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| Sometimes I feel like abandoning
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| My guitar and my books and I’m afraid that I know why
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| I’m afraid that I know why
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| 'Cause you are here when gone
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| You’re here when gone
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| You are here when gone
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| You’re here when gone
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| You are here
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| You are here
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| You are here
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| You are here when gone
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| Oh, your kiss lingers on my lips
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| It lingers |