| I read a story of a boy
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| He ran away and he never called home
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| Lately I’m told that he’s happy alone
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| And he makes a good living digging up bones
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| I had a dream of me and you
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| We lived the life of the fanciful few
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| Carving out canyons and painting them blue
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| I had a dream of me and you
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| We’re gonna walk until our boots wear through
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| We’ve miles to go and there’s much to do
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| Every good story begins with an end, so
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| We’re gonna walk until we--
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| Until we start again
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| I read the story of a girl
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| It wasn’t the height, she was rising to climb
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| She climbed her way up to the top of the sky
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| That’s where she lives and she will ‘till she dies
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| You were a goddess in my dream
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| We lived the life of a king and queen
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| Riding our rivers and painting them green
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| You were a goddess in my dream
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| We’re gonna walk until our boots wear through
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| We’ve miles to go and there’s much to do
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| Every good story begins with an end, so
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| We’re gonna walk until we--
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| Until we start again
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| Wherever we go
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| They’ll never be able to follow
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| Wherever we go-oo-o
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| Wherever we go
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| They’ll never be able to follow
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| Wherever we go-oo-oo-oo
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| We’re gonna walk until our boots wear through
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| We’ve miles to go and there’s much to do
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| Every good story begins with an end, so
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| We’re gonna walk until we--
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| Until we start again
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| We’re gonna walk until--
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| Until we start again |