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Calling
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When the sun is almost out of view
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I see the old man climbing to his roof
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Leans against the sky into the painted distance
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Tries to hear it every night
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He wants to make it right
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Calling out of somewhere
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Voices in the shadows
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Calling out of someplace
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Moving one by one
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Says he had sons, all about my age
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Can't remember more the pictures fade
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Blink and years go by the days go on forever
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Shines the medals every day
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He doesn't miss a day
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Under indigo and charcoal skies
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He listens when the traffic rattle dies
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On the jetstream signals at the edge of silence
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More than half a world away
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Is not so far away
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Calling
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| Shades Apart |
