| pockets are empty, birds on the wire
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| skies are all tangled with blueberry clouds
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| wisps of sadness all over the moon
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| and i’m finding the right way home…
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| i’ve got one foot in heaven, one foot in hell crows in the steeple and they’re
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| ringing that bell
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| going to cover you up with a blackberry moon
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| cos i’m finding the right way home…
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| i can see butterflies and they’re caught in your eyes
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| like a dream when there’s no to dream it
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| and i’m strung out tonight on this dizzy moonlight
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| like a word when there’s no one to mean it
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| night’s a liquor and the flavour’s so fine
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| starlight flickers like lilac wine
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| fireflies flip like a million moons
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| and i’m finding the right way home
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| the stars cannot fall cos they’re too big to catch
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| (but my heart’s only small… leave the door on the latch…)
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| gonna find you a sleep by the light of the moon i’m finding the right way home.
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| fling out the dead wood, cling onto the good
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| time’s gonna stop you (you knew it would)
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| i’m gonna sing to you sideways — rattle the moon
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| cos i’m finding the right way home |