| I ain’t strayed on happiness or feigned content
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| But everywhere I go it seems
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| It’s somewhere that you’ve been
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| From Asheville to Portland
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| In airports and vans
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| From Arizona to Washington State
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| I expect to see you there
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| Hiding in the Queens Gate Yard
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| Or up along the James
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| Making plans of life’s patterns
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| That somehow lead us back again
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| Nathan says he misses your teeth when you smile
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| And I feel alone
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| And your girl she ain’t calm yet
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| But we all hope she’ll come around
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| And I see your parents when I can
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| And talk to 'Cole when she calls
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| Been keeping busy when the sun is high
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| And hiding when it falls
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| And I don’t feel alone
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| When I look up anymore
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| You always knew you’d be leaving
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| And slowed down with each step
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| Keeping time with every stride
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| With few words said
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| Below Orion’s belt in dark skies
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| And Fulton Yard in the sun
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| On endless cross ties and steel rail black lines
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| On high or feeling numb
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| And I forgive you quietly leaving
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| And I forgive you for what I saw
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| You know I’ll be alright I heal myself well
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| On solitude and alcohol
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| I miss the hell out of your stories and your white lies
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| And voice calling on the phone
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| «just checking in, it’s been awhile now,
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| Been three days since we hung out.»
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| Just go on ahead if you need
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| I’ll meet you when I get there
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| Just know I won’t go easy man
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| I’ll kick and punch till there’s nothing left
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| And I don’t feel alone
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| When I look up anymore. |