| I land on an island coast
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| where the only souls I see are ghosts
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| I run through a wooded isle
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| And I chase the sunlight mile after mile
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| And I feel like I know this place
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| As the tree line breaks into wide-open space
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| I stare at a bright red sun
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| Though I search all day, I never find anyone
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| I walk on a winding road
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| In the deep of the night, near the edge of the known
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| I pass by a moonlit lake
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| And a cold wind blows and my bones start to shake
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| And I feel I should know this place
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| As the road winds on into wide-open space
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| The wind plays a haunting tone
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| As I make my way through the night all alone
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| I been dreaming again of a lonesome world
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| Where I’m lost — and I’ve got no friends
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| Just the rocks and the trees in my lonesome dreams
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| And a road that don’t never end
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| I been dreaming again of a lonesome world
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| Where I’m lost — and I’m on my own
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| Am I destined to be? |
| It’s a mystery baby
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| Just please don’t leave me alone
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| I lie under star-lit sky
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| And the seasons change in the blink of an eye
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| I watch as the planets turn
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| As the old stars die and the young stars burn
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| But I don’t really know this place,
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| And it’s lonesome here in the wide-open space
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| Can it be as real as it seems?
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| Maybe next time I won’t wake from the dream |