Wide open spaces, I'm falling
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You think I'm crazy
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I'm not
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Voices speak loud in my head
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Sometimes I can't even get them to stop
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But I'd rather speak your name
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Remember when you came
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And how you took my breath away
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So let me hear the echo of your footsteps
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And let me feel your fingers through my hair
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I'm trying hard to fill these open spaces
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And end up counting hours you're not there
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Lately I'm dreaming of water
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Burning my feet in the sand
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Sometimes this world is peculiar
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It seems like you're always changing your plans
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But I'd rather speak your name
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Remember when you came
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And how you took my breath away
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So let me hear the echo of your footsteps
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And let me feel your fingers through my hair
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I'm trying hard to fill these open spaces
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And end up counting hours you're not there
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Wide Open Spaces
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| Holly Palmer |
