| I looked up, picked out a map in the sky
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| No need for the nude of the moon as I’m guided by fireflies
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| You whisper prayers to my feet
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| I tiptoe through gardens, minding the slumber of parakeets
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| A lover’s on the way
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| I won’t feel the pull of the coming day
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| Or the compromise of sleep
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| Cause i got a fire on the soles of my feet
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| I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me
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| Not stoping for water at dew covered daisies
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| Not waiting for rivers or meadows to bleh me
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| Not washing the blood that has covered and stained me
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| Oh, oh, to be
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| Fooled by the wool that has covered me
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| Oh, oh, to be
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| Lead by the light of the melody
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| I’m making my way while the sun can not save me
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| I’m watching the road with 2 young eyes to guide me
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| Not looking behind to ensure that the home fires are shrinking
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| The fireflies fade as the city lights find me
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| Oh, oh, to be
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| Fooled by the wool that had covered me
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| Oh, oh, to be
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| Lead by the light of a melody
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| I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me
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| I’m watching the road with 2 young eyes to guide me
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| I’m making my way while the sun can not save me
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| I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me |