| A holy figure at the edge of my bed
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| He leaned in closely and said nothing to me
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| Repeating image of you, when I’m alone
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| I see you calling to me, then I see nothing at all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| A holy vision at the end of my bed
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| She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
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| I was young, felt the sun, I had no reason to run
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| I hear you calling to me, then I hear nothing at all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer, we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the summer we all drove out to Arizona
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Back to the heart of it all
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| Of it all
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| Back to the heart of it all |