| The map of my heart looks a lot like yours
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| From one way streets to the old detours
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| To the dark dead ends with their missing signs
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| The sun and the moon and the roads that wind
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| Like the stories we tell
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| Tracing the roots
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| Wind in my ears
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| Dirt on my boots
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| The map of my heart is torn at the corners
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| From ignoring the warnings, disobeying the orders
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| I’ve been lost in a crowd, found in solitary
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| I’d learned how to travel with just what I could carry
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| Towards the vast unseen and the great unknown
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| The map of the heart is all that we own
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| Leaving safety to chance and reason behind
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| X marks every spot, I thought I’d lost my mind
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| I didn’t think that I could but I couldn’t stop trying
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| And I can’t stop trying to hold in my hands
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| That moment I could feel my heart expand
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| With more love than I thought could exist in the world
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| The hollows were gone, the emptiness filled
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| With life transformed down to the bone
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| This map of my heart is all that I own
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| Do we ever stop longing and looking for home
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| Do we ever stop feeling apart and alone
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| Do we ever stop dreaming of where we belong
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| This map of my heart looks a lot like yours
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| This map of my heart looks a lot like yours |