| Reaching out now and I touch your face
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| Please believe I’m only traveling
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| Like seeking wonder from a foreign place
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| It matters not from where I’m coming
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| And the snow so light is bleeding
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| We sleep so tight when we’re breathing
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| Calm a little pint of soul — creeping
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| Calm the light — let me fly — Back to Basom
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| (call is waiting, contemplate a thread already spun)
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| Calm the light — let me fly — Back to Basom
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| (should you carry what you are is cooked until it’s done)
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| (instrumental break)
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| Left to locate the last trace of waste
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| I picked it up and it was smiling
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| Just like the dancer who has lost her leg
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| She laughs alone but then she’s crying
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| And the snow so light is bleeding
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| We sleep so tight when we’re breathing
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| Calm a little pint of soul — creeping
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| Calm the light — let me fly — Back to Basom
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| (call is waiting, contemplate a thread already spun)
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| Calm the light — let me fly — Back to Basom
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| (should you carry what you are is cooked until it’s done) |