| Astair your glare is killing me
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| Astair in skies of blue
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| The signs you wear are making me
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| So confused
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| But the mountains and the trees
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| Are they just what you need
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| Or are they less than what
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| You’d expect to see
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| And if you’re leaving well come
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| Give me reason why I let you down
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| Before you turn around now, now
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| Before you turn around
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| Astair you’re there and I’m still here
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| I swear I’m so confused
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| The signs you wear are making me
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| Feel like I’m the one to lose
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| But the canyons and the seas
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| Are they just what you need
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| Or are they less than what
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| You’d expect to see
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| And if you’re leaving well come
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| Give me reason why I let you down
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| Before you turn around now, now
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| Before you turn around
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| But the mountains and the trees
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| Are they what you perceive
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| Or are they less than what
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| You’d expect to see
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| And if you’re leaving well come
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| Give me reason why I let you down
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| Before you turn around now, now
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| Before you turn around |