| Tonight the moon came up, it was nearly full
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| Way down here on earth, I could feel it’s pull
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| The weight of gravity or just the lure of light
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| Made me want to leave my only home tonight
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| Now I’m just wondering how we know where we belong
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| Is it in a photograph or a dashboard poet’s song?
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| Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong
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| Should I find myself between here and gone?
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| Now I could grab my keys, peel out in my truck
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| With every saint on board bringing me their luck
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| An' I could drive too fast like a midnight thief
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| As if there was a way to outrun the grief
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| Now I’m just wondering how we know where we belong
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| Is it in a photograph or a dashboard poet’s song?
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| Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong
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| Should I find myself between here and gone?
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| Up above me, wayward angels
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| A blur of wings and grace
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| One for courage, one for safety
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| One for just in case
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| I thought a light went out but now the candle shines
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| I thought my tears wouldn’t stop then I dried my eyes
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| And after all of this, the truth that holds me here
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| Is that this emptiness is something not to fear
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| Now I’m just wondering how we know where we belong
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| Is it in a photograph or a dashboard poet’s song?
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| Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong
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| Should I find myself between here and gone?
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| Now I’m just wondering how we know where we belong
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| Is it in a photograph or a dashboard poet’s song?
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| Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong
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| Should I find myself between here and gone? |