| Nothing to see here
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| We walked down the long expanse
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| The wait was long
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| But it still made sense
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| But I still don’t know where you are
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| So I’ll take some clues from your art,
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| And read your notes
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| We turned around and watched the ghost,
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| The shade behind the curtain grows
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| But I still don’t know where you are,
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| But I still don’t know where you are,
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| But I’ll find out
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| Those radio days came and went
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| And they left us behind
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| And were standing still
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| But the static is just cold as ice
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| And we’ll take time
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| And we’ll take time
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| You should probably get a grip
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| Not the whole hand
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| Just the fingertips
|
| But I still don’t know where you are
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| But I still don’t know where you are
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| But I’ll find out
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| Pinned against the rails again,
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| From here to there,
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| Caught in a spin
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| But I still don’t know where you are again
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| But I still don’t know where you are
|
| But I’ll take some clues from your art
|
| And read your notes
|
| Those radio days came and went
|
| And they left us behind
|
| And were standing still
|
| But the static is just cold as ice
|
| And we’ll take time
|
| And we’ll take time
|
| We walked down the long expanse
|
| The wait was long
|
| But it still made sense
|
| But I still don’t know where you are
|
| But I’ll take some clues from your art,
|
| And read your notes |