| My days, they are the highway kind
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| They only come to leave
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| But the leavin' I don’t mind
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| It’s the comin' that I crave
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| Pour the sun upon the ground
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| And stand to throw a shadow
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| Watch it grow into a night
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| And fill the spinnin' sky
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| Time among the pine trees
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| It felt like breath of air
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| Usually I just walk these streets
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| And tell myself to care
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| Sometimes I believe me
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| Sometimes I don’t hear
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| Sometimes the shape I’m in
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| Won’t let me go
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| I don’t know too much for true
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| My heart knows how to pound
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| My legs know how to love someone
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| My voice knows how to sound
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| And shame that it’s not enough
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| Shame that it is a shame
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| Follow that circle down
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| Where would you be
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| You’re the only one I want now
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| And I never heard your name
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| Let’s hope we meet some day
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| If we don’t it’s all the same
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| I’ll meet the ones between us
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| I’ll be thinking about you
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| And all the places I have been
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| And why you where not there |