| We’re both the kind who can find peace of mind
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| In the light of an old fireplace
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| Wrapped in a blanket talking the night away
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| Watching snow falling the lone wolf is calling out into the endless space
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| There aren’t many left like us these days
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| Down where the city lights burn I’ll know we’ll never return
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| Listen in the wind blow over the hills through whispering pines
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| Everything is free and all that we see is yours and mine
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| Just you and me and this old log house is all that we need
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| That’s why they call us the vanishing breed
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| It’s good just knowing that our love is growing
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| And we’re gonna find a place
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| In a life we build with our own hands
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| Like wild horses running out under the sun we’re gonna find some space
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| There aren’t many left like us these days
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| God’s greatest gift to you and me is knowing how it feels to be free
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| Listen to the wind…
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| That’s why they call us the vanishing breed |