We're two points collapsing, supercharged from the storm
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Sun drenched in our faces, too deformed
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Bliss with intent to see us peeling locust skins from the locust tree
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Hang on to these places she says to me
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Clearly in this afternoon
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Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon
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She fell into me a point collapsing with her lovely face in the snow
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The mission could be corrupted, and we wouldn't know
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(And we wouldn't know)
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My baby reaches for the sound, I've got my feet against the ground
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My baby reaches for the sound, I'll take you anywhere you know
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Loving me more as you see us peeling locust skins from the locust trees
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Hang on to the faces she screams to me
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Too clearly in this afternoon
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Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon
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Clearly in this afternoon
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And clearly we will have to turn and come home soon
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Comin' Home
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