| Cities and factories
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| Spread across
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| The borrowed map
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| But still I’m lost
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| Cities and factories
|
| Spread across
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| The furrowed land
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| But still I’m lost
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| And the soil is as cold as the moon
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| And the trees are as dead as a ghost
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| And if I never see you again
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| Well, I was the one who loved you the most
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| And the birds take a bow to my heart
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| ‘Cause they’ve never seen quite one of its kind
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| It may be worn out and wasted
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| It may be selectively blind
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| But this heart, it is proud to have loved you
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| This heart is not cold to the touch
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| This heart never ran from your kindness
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| This heart never asked you for much
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| Cities and factories
|
| Spread across
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| The borrowed map
|
| But still I’m lost |