| I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night
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| Following the summer moon bright as any pair of headlights
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| I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm
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| A moment captured in a place this memory stays strong
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| The things that we are made of
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| And I remember feeling I’m alive and in no need of saviors
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| If the past’s another country I’m at the border with my papers
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| Where is your heart if not inside you where is home or are you lost
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| Where is love if not beside you I had no answers but they let me cross
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| The things that we are made of
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| Like the silence of my shadow when the twilight world is calling
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| The loneliness that knows me by the cadence of my walking
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| And the scar upon my elbow and the sound of my own breathing
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| My reflection in a window and the way I’m always leaving
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| And I remember wishing for some other life than this one I’ve claimed
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| How often I have been convinced how eagerly I’d make that trade
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| Then all at once I see your face and the summer night and the open door
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| Dimmer now but not erased and I know what these are for
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| Oh my darling oh my love
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| The things that we are made of |