| I can take a road
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| Takes a little longer
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| Walk before the house where we had our games
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| Suffering life, play, making, we discovered fire
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| People like you made me so much stronger
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| People like you made me question blame
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| Huddled in strength like birds on a sloping wire
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| Hearing your voice makes me so uneasy
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| Hearing your voice makes me question fame
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| Money is deaf to the sound of a lover’s cry
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| The language of loss made me so much older
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| The language of loss made me lose my grip
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| The language of loss made me silent as a newborn child
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| 'cause everything moves in a shifting cycle
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| The unison soars and the pressure dips
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| Making our way steadfast in the skyward mile
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| And baby I know I will see you someday
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| Building your house on the very street
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| You severed your mother’s life from your father’s land
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| Finish your home we can join them this way
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| We talked about peace and a little dream
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| Marriage and love and divorce we don’t understand
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| And you know I have to sway my leaves and branches slowly
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| Out in the sun, like the silent shout of youth
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| And we ask why do we take these leaps and chances
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| Because we have no choice but to wither into truth
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| And I dreamed you were there
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| All the vital signs were standing
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| When I dreamed you were with me
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| With the summer at my back
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| And I dreamed you were there
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| So complete and undemanding
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| We know the love that gives
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| Is what the living always lack |