| I heard you circling overhead calling out for for something
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| Something dear but somehow out of reach
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| There was a sadness in the way you were ready, steady, searching
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| Was it something you lost or something you couldn’t see?
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| I said, «It's a feeling so familiar to me.»
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| I said, «There's just some things no matter how we plead
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| Begging on our knees, we don’t get to keep.»
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| You’ve been circling in your head and I’ve learned to sense the distance
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| It’s so hard to tell the difference between a setback or the end,
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| a dune or an oasis
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| I’m truthfully so tired of hanging in
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| Sometimes it seems so hard to understand
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| Even with me holding out my hand and calling out your name;
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| You can’t seem to land
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| For all this is, the years we endured it, were they worth it?
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| While the doubt can grow like disease in the skin
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| You were circling overhead
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| Ready, steady, searching for something dear but somehow far away
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| There’s a sadness in the way the doubt can grow inside you
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| It’s almost like you never had a say |