| So there’s longing in the shoulders now
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| There was a wildness in that time
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| Can’t we now say
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| Oh sweet were the hours
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| But hours to find
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| There was no way to live in simple dreams
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| There was no straightness to our line
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| Gravel in hand
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| Darling, we’re moving the mountains around
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| This is the fire of leaving pains
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| When the love is gone, but the need remains
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| Into the shivering cold of day
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| When the house is gone, but the street remain
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| Oh I guess it’s true
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| I guess these rivers never knew
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| And so finally the night time comes
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| There is no lot to cast a blame
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| No need to hide
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| No fear who I’d meet
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| In some grocery lane
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| This is the fire of leaving pains
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| When the love is gone, but the need remains
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| Into the shivering cold of day
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| When the house is gone, but the street remain
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| Oh I guess it’s true
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| I guess these rivers never knew
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| And I’ll sing of seasons til you turn me off
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| I see the way of letting go
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| They’ll be the same
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| And whatever changes
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| These changes I know
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| This is the fire of leaving pains
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| When we’re not that strong and the need remains
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| Into the shivering lights of day
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| When the house is gone, but the fields remain
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| Oh I guess it’s true
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| I guess these rivers never knew |