I don't really know how I got here this time
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I was only just following orders
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Listening to the voice in my mind
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Saying steer clear of margins and borders
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So I wasn't thinking of where we would go
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On a could afternoon through the mountains we drove
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Up a few hairpin turns and then spread out below
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The valley appeared with the sun
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Like Elysium
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I looked out the window and stared at the fields
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Where the blue sky and green were colliding
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I looked back at you and I knew we were sealed
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By a fate that has ways of providing
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Yes sometimes you get there in spite of the route Losing track of your life and
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what it's about
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The road seems to know when to straighten right out
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The closer you come
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To Elysium
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They say there's a place for those who are good
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With it's pearly gates swinging wide open
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The rest of us here are just knocking on wood
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Quietly, piously hoping
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I could wonder if all of it led me to you
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I could show you the arrows and circles I drew
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I didn't have a map, it's the best I could do
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On the fly and on the run
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To dreams that were tethered like kites to the ground
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To the bridges I burned, to then turning around
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It was here in your heart I was finally found
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And the last battle won for Elysium
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Elysium
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |