| I leave my home, desolate but not alone
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| I have a gift, I’ve been told, for seeing what’s there
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| And I will chase all the rain, put it down, call it paint
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| To possess something arcane, oh it’s a heavy weight
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| We leave love behind
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| Without a tear or a long goodbye
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| And as we wait for lightning to strike
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| We are enthralled by the calling of the eye
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| Oh and one of these days you’ll call up
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| You’ll give me something beautiful to think and sing and follow
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| Our feet don’t ever touch the ground
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| Run ourselves ragged town to town
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| Chasing uncertainty around, a siren sound
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| Oh and you watch me like I’m a jet stream
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| A scientific cryptogram lit up behind the sunbeam
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| You paint my body like a rose
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| A depth of beauty in repose
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| A complicated love you chose
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| Where love will land nobody knows
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| We both dig a grave
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| To immortalize all the shortest waves
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| We can try to let stillness be
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| But if I spin off will you rescue me?
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| Or will I beg you to set me free?
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| I think what’s wild might be meant to be
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| You and me
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| We leave love behind
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| Without a tear or a long goodbye
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| And as we wait for lightning to strike
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| We are enthralled by the calling of the eye
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| We come running, we always abide
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| Powerless against the calling of the eye |