| I move through the world like an arrow that flies
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| Slicing the air as I’m mapping the skies
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| And way deep down the echoes remain
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| Memories sounding like rattling chains
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| But lately I think I am coming around
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| I’m liking the feel of my feet on the ground
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| And last night I stopped dead in these tracks
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| Recalling your hand on the small of my back
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| The slightest brush but as powerful too
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| As an electrical storm that’s moving on through
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| Then is gone as fast as it came, leaving nothing,
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| Not even the rain
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| When I was younger how I took my time
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| Folly and wisdom form points on a line
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| From one to another with space in between
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| For the lessons you learn &the dreams that you dream
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| But tell me what happens when dreams don’t come true
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| How you overcome some things until they overtake you
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| Why you never got chosen, why you never felt claimed
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| By some passion or person that is never explained
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| I come on quiet but I’m fierce as a lion
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| Life will take us apart but we never stop trying
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| To proceed as if whole and intact
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| Like I felt with your hand on my back
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| Nothing can catch me when I’m moving fast
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| Even those rattling chains of the past
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| So I’ll go like that arrow but with nowhere to land
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| I am losing velocity, height and command
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| We all hit the ground, we all fall from the sky
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| We burn up, we break up, we wreck and we cry
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| But we’re bound up together by sight and by pact
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| That begins with the touch of your hand on my back |