I am thinking it's a sign
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that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
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and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
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And I have to speculate
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that God himself did make
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us into corresponding shapes
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like puzzle pieces from the clay
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And true, it may seem like a stretch
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but its thoughts like this that catch
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my troubled head when you're away
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when I am missing you to death
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when you are out there on the road
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for several weeks of shows
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and when you scan the radio
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I hope this song will guide you home
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they will see us waving from such great heights,
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"come down now", they'll say
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but everything looks perfect from far away,
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"come down now", but we'll stay...
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I tried my best to leave
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this all on your machine
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but the persistent beat it sounded thin
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upon listening
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and that frankly will not fly
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you will hear the shrillest highs
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and lowest lows with the windows down
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when this is guiding you home
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they will see us waving from such great
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heights,
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"come down now", they'll say
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but everything looks perfect from far away
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"come down now", but we'll stay...
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Iron and Wine
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The Postal Service |