slow birds, no breeze
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Iron hearts, rustin' streams
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Long march, small crimes
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soft words whisper
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Its time to come home
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your eyes
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to bring back your charms
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to sit real still
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in my arms
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clocks tick, trees pound
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lions roar on empty streets
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long lists in black and white
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red words that read like
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the forth of july
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you're home, look at me,
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you're home, uh huh,
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you're home
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in my arms
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In My Arms
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Jeff Buckley |