| Heavy were the nights
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| When the fire burned low
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| I was moving in circles
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| Waiting for you to show
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| Thinkin' too fast
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| Tryna breathe slow
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| Longing for the handle
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| To turn on the door
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| And every sign you passed along the way looked twisted and burnt
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| With messages in languages you’d never seen or heard
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| But you drove on anyway
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| And oh, now
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| All of a sudden you’re here
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| And I can’t
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| Remember a time when you weren’t
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| It’s true, I had to believe
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| That all the signs were arrows
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| Pointin' you to me
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| Steady were the wheels
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| Under every bus
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| Chasin' a horizon
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| Nobody ever touched
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| Singing into lights
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| Questions over chords
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| Hearing not an answer
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| But the silence of applause
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| And every hand I tried to hold would fit there a while
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| Till one of us grew tired of pretending it felt right
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| But the emptiness would burn
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| It’s hard to make yourself leave space
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| For someone that may never emerge
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| But oh, now
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| All of a sudden you’re here
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| And I just can’t
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| Remember a time when you weren’t
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| It’s true, I had to believe
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| That all the signs were arrows
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| Pointin' you to me
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| They were pointin' you to me
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| Every door that hit my face
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| Every heady scent I’ve chased
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| Every oil-slicked mountain road
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| Every blackened tear that soaked
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| Every twisted, shouted word
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| Every god I’ve never heard
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| Every smile he yanked from me
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| Every light I could not see
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| I’m thinking it’s true
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| That all those signs were arrows
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| Pointin' me to you |