| You go your way, I’ll go my way
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| You take the stars, I’ll keep the moon
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| I’ll go the coast road, you take the highway
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| And I’ll see you soon
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| You watch the sunrise, I chase the sunset
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| You drink the water, I drink the wine
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| You run like red rum, I’ll follow your breadcrumbs
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| And I won’t be far behind
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| For our lines will always cross like patchwork on a quilt
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| You know nothing’s ever lost, it’s all kept somewhere
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| And these stones are heavy, but look at everything we built
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| Oh and when we’re ready, we’ll weave another square
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| Of our patchwork quilt
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| So go quickly and nimble
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| Needle and thimble
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| Weave a stitch for every day
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| Go wave your thread through cotton and cloth
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| I will do the same
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| And if you find that you’ll fall out of time
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| And your fabric starts to fray
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| Just know that everything passes in time
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| Nothing stays the same
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| For our lines will always cross like patchwork on a quilt
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| You know nothing’s ever lost, it’s all kept somewhere
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| And these stones are heavy, but look at everything we’ve built
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| Oh when we’re ready, we’ll weave another square
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| Of our patchwork quilt |