I find the map and draw a straight line
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Over rivers, farms and state lines
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The distance from here to where you'd be
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It's only finger-lengths that I see
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I touch the place
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Where I'd find your face
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My fingers increases
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Of distant dark places
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I hang my coat up in the first bar
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There is no peace that I've found so far
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The laughter penetrates my silence
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As drunken men find flaws in science
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Their word's mostly noises
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Ghosts with just voices
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Your words in my memory
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Are like music to me
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I'm miles from where you are
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I lay down on the cold ground
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I, I pray that something picks me up
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And sets me down in your warm arms
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After I have traveled so far
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We'd set the fire to the third bar
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We'd share each other like an island
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Until exhausted, close our eyelids
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And dreaming, pick up from
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The last place we left off
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Your soft skin is weeping
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A joy you can't keep in
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I'm miles from where you are
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I lay down on the cold ground
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And I, I pray that something picks me up
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And sets me down in your warm arms
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And miles from where you are
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I lay down on the cold ground
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And I, I pray that something picks me up
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And sets me down in your warm arms
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Set The Fire To The Third Bar (Feat. Martha Wainwright)
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