| I’ve been walking here to tow
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| Draw a straight line
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| With an artificial glow
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| And there’s an absence, that I can’t control
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| The wishing in my world
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| Am I half or am I whole?
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal
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| Mouths are moving as I nurse my drink
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| You pick a safe spot on the walk
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| While you tell me what to think
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| Our allies shooting, from front to back
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| We fight with daggers in her sheets
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| When our hearts are painted black
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal
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| And I’m hard to reach from your smoke signal
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| Are you pleased to see me from the shores of your smoke signal?
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal
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| I’m home from the shores of your smoke signal |