| Once again, lost in the country, going back to the black birch trees
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| It’s much more soothing on this side
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| Some days I forget why I hide, but I know
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| I’m always restless to the bone
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| Asking myself what no one knows
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| This feeling’s coming back to life with ocean heads and spinning palms
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| And I know that you know
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| Why I go, where I go
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| I’ll take you to the moon
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| Far away from our wound, forgotten way too soon
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| Sometimes we’ll be gone and lost at sea
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| For all the things you wanna know
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| And all the ones you want to show
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| Sometimes we’ll be gone and lost at sea
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| For all the things you wanna know
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| And all the ones you want to
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| Show me where the ancient oaks numb their hearts and soothe their souls
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| They tell me I should join to fit in
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| I don’t know how to feel about it; |
| now
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| Floating down the owl river once again to win you over
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| Let’s just bathe and close our eyes, and let the falling stars decide
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| And I know that you know
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| Why I go, where I go
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| And you know that I know
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| Why you go, where you go
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| Hiding from the gloom |
| Sometimes we’ll be gone and lost at sea
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| For all the things you wanna know
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| And all the ones you want to show
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| Sometimes we’ll be gone and lost at sea
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| For all the things you wanna know
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| And all the ones you want to show
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| Ah, why don’t you show
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| Why don’t you show
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| Show me what you’ve got |