Oh sweet sorrow
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Let's write the book tomorrow
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For I caught a glimpse
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Been obsessed with it ever since
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My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that you pronounce in me
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Won, you have won
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My illumination has begun
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I am happily indifferent to the ones who have consistently been wrong
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And all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone
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Oh sweet sorrow
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Let's write the book tomorrow
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My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that you pronounce in me
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I am happily indifferent to the ones who have consistently been wrong
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And all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone
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And all that that lies before me like the asphalt lures me forward towards home
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Home
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Coming home
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Coming Home
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| k.d. lang |
