| Get out in the firelight
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| It’s the right time
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| For disarray
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| Slowing carving dreams out of silhouettes
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| Burning like the leaves in a cigarette
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| But if you just say
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| Then I’ll stay and talk into the night
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| Cause they’re not just dreams to me, honey
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| They’re not just things we say
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| There’s distance between me and Santa Fe
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| I’m chasing it every day
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| Oh I’m seventeen again when you say
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| I feel I’m miles away
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| There’s distance between me and Santa Fe
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| And I’m chasing it every day
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| Get lost like you like it
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| You’re invited to feed the flames
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| Slowing carving dreams out of silhouettes
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| Burning like the feet at a discotheque
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| But if you just say
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| Then I’ll stay and talk late into the night
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| Cause they’re not just dreams to me, honey
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| They’re not just things we say
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| There’s distance between me and Santa Fe
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| I’m chasing it every day
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| Oh I’m seventeen again when you say
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| I feel I’m miles away
|
| There’s distance between me and Santa Fe
|
| And I’m chasing it every day
|
| Oh they’re not just dreams to me, honey
|
| They’re not just things we say
|
| There’s distance between me and Santa Fe
|
| I’m chasing it every day
|
| Oh I’m seventeen again when you say
|
| I feel I’m miles away
|
| There’s distance between me and Santa Fe
|
| And I’m chasing it every day
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| And I’m chasing it every day
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| And I’m chasing it every day
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| And I’m chasing it every day |