Came to a land where the morning don't wait for the break of day
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And the nighttime comes as a surprise
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Picked myself up, took myself far far away
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Far away from a big hearted man who looks into my eyes and says
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Won't you take this love from me
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Don't you leave it here filling up my hands
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Won't you just take it along with you
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Won't you let it just remind you where you stand
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Don't you ever want to know just where you stand
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Don't you really want to know
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But I got something in me that keeps me on the go
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It keeps me going going, keeps me gone
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And I got something in me that keeps me on an unfamiliar street
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Running up to strangers, tugging at their coat and saying
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Won't you break this heart for me
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Don't you leave it here smooth and shiny filling up my throat
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Won't you just make a little crack for me
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So maybe something could get in
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Or something could get out
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If something could get in maybe something could get out
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I guess we're all the same, we walk our days looking for a little more fire
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And we all sometimes have to sit on our hands
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We try to hold ourselves together
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We try to talk about the weather
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When all we really want to do is take each other by the throat and say
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Won't you dream my dream with me
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Don't you leave it here drying on my pillow
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Won't you just soak a little up for me
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Won't you give it just a safe place to go
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It just needs a little safe place to go
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Moscow Song
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Kris Delmhorst |