| recordings: Amateur Shortwave Radio, Patience
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| Maybe you can tell my why i’m prone to wander
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| i’m like a gypsy to the bone
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| every time i hear the rain amid the thunder
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| i want to run outside and shed my clothes
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| but i want to stay with you
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| long enough to love you right
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| and i want to say to you
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| i love the patience in your eyes
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| here i am standing in a circle of quiet
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| where a truce is tactily observed
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| standing in a circle of quiet
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| waiting for the world to turn
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| waiting for the world to turn
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| waiting for the world to turn
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| and a hundred days and night could find me scattered
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| all around the world without a name
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| but you’re more than just a feather in my hat
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| more than just a fetter on my frame
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| when I look up in the sky at night
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| i want to go out and chase the stars
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| but like the catcher in the rye
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| i want to stay where you are
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| there is no shadow of turning with thee
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| there is no shadow of turning |