| You are a darkened page
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| Somewhere that I like to stay
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| But you teach me a traveling song 'cause I never arrive
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| I miss the way we were then
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| The best kind of contradiction
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| Simple and steadfast, childlike intuition
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| You are the love that I carry
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| Turns out holding the way keeps me steady
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| If I am a tightrope walker
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| You are the line that I walk upon
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| You are the line that I walk upon
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| Drive home, the freckles of mine
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| I’m scattered like them most of the time
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| You’re the wind coming through the window and messing my hair
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| Same on me, shame on you
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| For thinking that I could prove
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| The way that I felt watching the snow fall
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| You are the love that I carry
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| Turns out holding the way keeps me steady
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| If I am a tightrope walker
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| You are the line that I walk upon
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| You are the line that I walk upon
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| It’s the only way I call you mine
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| You’re the only way I know to find
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| It’s the only way I call you mine
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| Held within the tension in my mind
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| It’s the only way I call you mine
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| You’re the only way I know to find
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| It’s the only way I call you mine
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| Held within the tension in my mind
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| Hey
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| You are the line that I walk upon
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| You are the line that I walk upon |