| I’ve been running through rains
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| And the wind that follows after
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| For one certain face
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| And an unforgotten laughter
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| I’ve been following signs
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| I’ve been searching through the lands
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| For a certain pair of arms
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| And a certain pair of hands
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| Yes, I looked everywhere
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| You can look without wings
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| And I found a great variety
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| Of interesting things
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| But it never was you
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| It never was anywhere you
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| An occasional sunset reminded me
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| Or a flower hanging high on a tulip tree
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| Or one red star hung low in the west
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| Or a heartbreak call from the meadowlark’s nest
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| Made me think for a moment, «Maybe it’s true
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| I found her in the star, in the call, in the blue.»
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| But it never was you
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| It never was anywhere you
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| Anywhere, anywhere you |