| I know you’re gone
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| I watched you leave
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| I always thought
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| That it was me
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| You made it clear
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| With that last kiss
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| You couldn’t live a life
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| With maybe’s and whatif’s
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| When every boat
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| Has sailed away
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| And every path
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| Is marked and paved
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| When every road
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| Has had its say
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| Then I’ll be bringing you back
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| Home to stay
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| I have the cards you sent to me
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| You wrote of trains and Paris galleries
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| This spring you’ll draw
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| Canals, and frescoed walls
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| Look how far your dreaming’s gone
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| When every town looks just the same
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| When every choice gets hard to make
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| When every map is put away
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| Then I’ll be bringing you back
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| Home to stay
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| And now I know why you had to go alone
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| Isn’t there a place between
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| When every boat
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| Has sailed away
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| And every path
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| Is marked and paved
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| When every road
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| Has had its say
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| Then I’ll be bringing you back
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| Home to stay
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| Reach out to me
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| Call out my name
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| And I would bring you back again
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| Today |