| Somewhere down the way, there’s a hidden place that anyone
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| That all of us could find
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| But all our maps have failed, so venture through the veil and realize
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| These roads are intertwined
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| Far beyond those walls, gleaming black and white
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| Further than our false schemes of wrong and right
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| Is a field where we can walk
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| Leaving all our names behind
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| I will meet you there, beyond the pines
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| Templed in twilight or dawn
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| The light and easy air
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| Tracing the lines on our palms
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| Somewhere down the road is a place that we can go where everyone
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| And everything is divine
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| And when we’re all awake, we can finally make an end of these
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| Divisions in our minds
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| Far beyond those walls, gleaming black and white
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| Further than our false schemes of wrong and right
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| Is a field where we can walk
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| Leaving all our names behind
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| I will meet you there, beyond the pines
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| Templed in twilight or dawn
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| The light and easy air
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| Tracing the lines on our palms
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| And I will meet you there — don’t go to sleep
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| Our souls and feet both bare — with grass beneath
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| The oaths we needn’t swear are vast and deep
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| Our breath will be our prayer — alone — complete
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| I will meet you there, beyond the pines
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| Templed in twilight or dawn
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| The light and easy air
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| Tracing the lines on our palms |