| Wasn’t it the wild out here
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| That whispered I’m older
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| And now nothing in myself rings more clear
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| Than to leave and to hold her
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| The world is kind of tired and I’m just the same
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| The fires I long for the fires I blame
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| Take it out, I’m down in my heart
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| Where the winds and the wires alone
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| I hear them running the waves under me
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| The winds and the wires alone
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| I hear them running
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| And all I can say to you
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| My lonesome valley
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| I’ll fix my heart, and I’ll be gone before the night
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| Because suddenly she’s standing here
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| Damn, I need my shoulders
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| They are lost from that time I just went
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| Between New York and Boulder
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| The world is a wonder but where to begin?
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| The fires that I long for the fires I blame
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| Take it out, I’m down in my heart
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| Where the winds and the wires alone
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| I hear them running the waves under me
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| The winds and the wires alone
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| I hear them running
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| And all I can say to you
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| My lonesome valley
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| I’ll fix my heart, and I’ll be gone before the night
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| And wasn’t there a moment I thought I could dream here?
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| Oh yes, forget about it, friend
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| It’s finally quiet, I’m finally free
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| I just to say to you
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| My lonesome valley
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| I’ll fix my heart, and I’ll be gone before the night |