| I am here to stretch out my skin
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| And ride home where I have been
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| I dream of many layers I had on my walking feet
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| Home is where my legs will go
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| And travel for miles to heal my soul
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| As the days go by and wind is the temperatures rising
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| I don’t know what it means
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| Some have been oblivious of the common way of life
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| Don’t mind me I’m just dragging up a conversation
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| Do you mind if I do, if we talk for a while?
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| What if we have been here before
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| Is it too much or a stranger
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| I don’t mean to be rude
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| I just wanna hear you out, out, out
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| I’ve been falling in and out of her like the kind that makes one wild
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| And question her reality and bringing me down
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| It’s a face that I see when nothing else makes the sense that I see
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| I pray to be one with my heart and find peace in her mean voice
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| Looking around, there’s a darkness and light to a vulnerable sound
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| Do I not believe what’s been done to me
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| The way she speaks about it all
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| About warm love
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| And I’m feeling lost
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| Don’t mind me I’m just dragging up a conversation
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| Do you mind if I do, if we talk for a while?
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| What if we have been here before
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| Is it too much or a stranger
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| I don’t mean to be rude
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| I just wanna hear you out, out, out |