| I’m the sparrow on the roof
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| I’m the list of everyone I have to lose
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| I’m the rainbow in the dart
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| I am who I was and how much I can hurt
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| So I will look for you in stories of hurricans
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| To the world unseen
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| I’m the mirror in the hall
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| From your empty room I can hear it fall
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| Now that we must live apart
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| I have a lock of hair and one-half of my heart
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| So I will look for you
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| Between the grooves of songs we sing
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| To the world unseen
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| There are no gifts that will be found
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| Wrapped in winter, laid beneath the ground
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| You must be somewhere in the stars
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| 'Cause from a distance comes the sound of your guitar
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| And I will look for you in Memphis and the miles between
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| I will look for you in morphine and in dreams
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| I will look for you in the rhythm of my bloodstream
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| Westward leading, still proceeding
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| To the world unseen |