| He called as soon as he hit New York City
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| The highway was like ice and the wind was turning cold
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| He wanted me to know how much he missed me
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| And my picture keeps him going on the lonely road
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| True north, that’s where my one star lies
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| True north, if only I could fly
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| My heart would be a compass
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| Leadin' to his side, headin' true north
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| He called a hundred miles west of Chicago
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| He said, «It must be snowing all the way to Tennessee»
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| I couldn’t bear to say, «Back here, it’s springtime»
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| What good is this southern sun when the one for me is
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| True north, that’s where my one star lies
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| True north, if only I could fly
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| My heart would be a compass
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| Leadin' to his side, headin' true north
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| Sometimes I count the miles that run between us
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| I lie awake and wonder how much farther can we go
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| He called last night from outside Seattle
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| Said, «There's a star up in the sky that our love can follow»
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| True north, that’s where my one star lies
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| True north, if only I could fly
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| I’d be the fastest bird that ever graced the sky
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| Headin' true north, headin' true north, headin' true north |