One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean.
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Take her of leave her she will still be the same.
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She'll not try to buy you with her time.
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But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone.
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It's foreign on this side,
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And I'll not leave my home again.
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There's no place to hide
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And I'm nothing but scared.
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You dream of colors that have never been made,
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You imagine songs that have never been played.
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They will try to buy you and your mind.
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Only the curious have something to find.
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It's foreign on this side,
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And the truth is a bitter friend.
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But reasons few have I to go back again.
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Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.
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Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.
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There's no path to follow, once you're here.
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You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.
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It's foreign on this side,
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But it feels like I'm home again.
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There's no place to hide
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But I don't think I'm scared.
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(there's no place to hide)
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(there's no place to hide)
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But I don't think I'm scared.
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(there's no place to hide)
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But I don't think I'm scared...
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This Side
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Nickel Creek |