| We are but travelers on a road without end
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| Searching for signs that the spirit may send
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| There are few answers in this life I’m afraid
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| Only more questions from this world that he made
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| South of the city where the olive trees grow
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| In the space between moments my heart sometimes goes
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| I bathe in the silence there down on my knees
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| Then it’s gone like a woman who dances to tease
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| There was no way I could hold you my dear
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| I can only get closer with each passing year
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| Sometimes I’m inside you, sometimes we’re apart
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| There’s always a place for you here in my heart
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| And if we survive it will all just depend
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| For we are but travelers on a road without end
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| There was no way I could hold you my dear
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| I can only get closer with each passing year
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| Sometimes I’m inside you, sometimes we’re apart
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| There’s always a place for you here in my heart
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| And if we survive it will all just depend
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| For we are but travelers on a road without end |