| It was late, we were driving home in the rain
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| I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane
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| It was white like an angel — or like curse
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| There and gone in a second in front of us
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| In our house all the trophies are gathering dust
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| All the things we remember — but only just
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| We won’t need them anymore
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| Ch: Once we were lost but we can be found
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| On the Orange Tree trail, on the roads heading south
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| Standing in the sun, in the fields of grain
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| Will you still love me when everything is changed?
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| In the shadows of the mountains we were watching the sky
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| Hale Bopp flying motionless out across the night
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| You turned to me and said with a smile
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| Everything these days seems to be some kind of sign
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| No one cares anymore where you’ve been
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| So you find a quiet place to shed that old skin
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| You won’t need it again
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| Ch: Once we were lost but we can be found
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| On the Orange Tree trail, on the roads heading south
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| Standing in the sun, in the fields of grain
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| Will you still love me when everything is changed? |