| There’s fortune in the furlough
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| On the other side
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| Wrap ourselves in blankets
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| The crossing of a bridge so wide, so high
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| It’s murky in the meadow
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| As we draw in the lines we threw
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| And leveraging the ledgers
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| Forgetting all the blood we drew
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| But what I do remember
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| What I do remember is you
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| What I do remember
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| What I do remember is you
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| It’s hollow in the harvest
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| What I’ve lost I count as gained
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| Filling up the firmament
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| Visions of the one you gave away
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| But what I do remember
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| What I do remember is you
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| What I do remember
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| What I do remember is you |