| Meet me at Leon near Mexico city
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| Where I remember you clear
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| Meet me at night, St. Louis, Missouri
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| Where I first saw you
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| There is a scent that lingers around me
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| Find me wherever I go
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| There are the pictures, sad but so pretty
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| Lakes and sunsets
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| Find me asleep near deserts and oceans
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| Places I couldn’t have dreamed
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| They are all cold and frozen without you
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| They are nothing
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| Chase me down Sycamore
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| Like you did not long before
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| Play your old brown guitar
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| And shine so bright
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| There is a trail that winds 'round the river
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| There is a bench on the ground
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| Those are the beds and the rooms that we slept in
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| Those are the songs we found
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| Find me in streets searching for something
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| Something somehow that I lost
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| Find me in life aching for someone
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| Someone as good
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| Look for me like you did
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| On the days I ran and hid
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| Bring your old gifts you brought
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| And find me
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| There is a world, big as a mountain
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| There is a world to be shared
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| Still there is love, tall as a mountain
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| Still there is love |