In this quiet little place
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I can't remember having known a different pace
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In this quiet little place
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I can surrender to the beauty of its face
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And now everything I see
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Whether it's an airplane or a tree
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It makes me wonder
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About the things I must have missed
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And the chains around my wrists
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They are no longer
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In this quiet little place
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I can't imagine what it's like to be back home
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Where they care about what time it is
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And spend their days answering the phone
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And now everything I feel
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Whether it's fiction or it's real
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It's so much clearer
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Like the color of this light
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It seems more dangerous and bright
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But I don't fear her
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And slowly it fades, I'm back in the race
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I have to fight it, I know
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I don't want to go away
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In this quiet little place
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You run your fingers through my hair and whisper "Hey"
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And no matter how I try
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I can't seem to think of anything better to say
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Quiet Little Place
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| K's Choice |
