| When I was young I spoke like a child, and I saw with a child’s eyes
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| And an open door was to a girl like the stars are to the sky
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| It’s funny how the world lives up to all your expectations
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| With adventures for the stout of heart, and the lure of the open spaces
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| There’s 2 lanes running down this road, whichever side you’re on
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| Accounts for where you want to go, or what you’re running from
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| Back when darkness overtook me on a blind man’s curve
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| I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon
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| I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher
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| Now I’ve paid my dues cuz I have owed them, but I’ve paid a price sometimes
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| For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times
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| Now I’ve paid my dues cuz I have owed them, but I’ve paid a price sometimes
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| For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times
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| Now I have run from the arms of lovers, I’ve run from the eyes of friends
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| I have run from the hands of kindness, I’ve run just because I can
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| But now I’m grown and I speak like a woman and I see with a woman’s eyes
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| And an open door is to me now like the saddest of goodbyes
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| It’s too late for turning back, I pray for the heart and the nerve
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| And I rely upon the moon, I rely upon the moon
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| I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher
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| I rely upon the moon, I rely upon the moon
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| I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher |