| It’s your guitar that discovers you wild
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| For all I can see is the dark of a sky
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| And the plums in a glass jar of wine
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| How I got here, but now you?
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| How I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirit’s I
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| Don’t know how you dragged me here
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| And it’s my guitar that discovers me blind
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| For all I can see is the clarity side
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| And the bones someone spat
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| On the trash from the plums?
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| How I got here, but now you?
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
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| How I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirit’s I
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| Don’t know how you dragged me here |