And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in
And feel, feel what it's like to be new, 'Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station, Where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations. So they may have a chance of finding a place where, They're far more suited than here. BAda-bada ba-bah bada ba-ba bada ba-bah bada ba-ba bada-ba bada bada-bah I cannot guess what we'll discover, When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels, But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's, And not one speck will remain. And I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes, But if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too. So brown eyes I hold you near, 'cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. Where soul meets body. Where soul meets body. Where soul meets body. And I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes, But if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too. So brown eyes I hold you near, 'cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. |
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