When you¡¯re travelin
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Don¡¯t you lay your head
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Alone under the trees
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Your body is a seed.
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Find me where the mouths
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Are feeding
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Can¡¯t get stuck upon the peak
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The sky¡¯s too close to me.
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Behind your back
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You see the canvas
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Turning apple, gray, and peach
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A spiral wind of leaves.
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The girl is sighing
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Cause the bats are out
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And fluttering their wings
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And swimming up the beach.
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Are you fast asleep tonight?
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You can¡¯t meet the morning too
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Where you stay is up to you.
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Do you wonder why you¡¯re here?
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Is your happiness your pain?
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Cause your luck can surely change.
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When you¡¯re leaving
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Heading back to where you came from
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Don¡¯t you see?
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Your eyes are glistening.
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From all you¡¯ve seen
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And all you heard.
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You¡¯ll live perpetually.
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Written by Ryan Egan.
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Visions Part I
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| The Ugly Club |
