I don¡¯t want to leave here
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I don¡¯t want to stay
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It feels like pinching to me
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Either way
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And the places I long for the most
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Are the places where I¡¯ve been
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They are calling out to me
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Like a long lost friend
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It¡¯s not about losing faith
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It¡¯s not about trust
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It¡¯s all about comfortable
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When you move so much
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And the place I was wasn¡¯t perfect
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But I had found a way to live
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And it wasn¡¯t milk or honey
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But then neither is this
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I've been painting pictures of Egypt,
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Leaving out what it lacks
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The future feels so hard,
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And I wanna go back!
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But the places that used to fit me,
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Cannot hold the things I've learned
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Those roads were closed off to me
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While my back was turned!
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The past is so tangible
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I know it by heart
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Familiar things are never easy
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To discard
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I was dying for some freedom
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But now I hesitate to go
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I am caught between the Promise
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And the things I know
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I've been painting pictures of Egypt,
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Leaving out what it lacks
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The future feels so hard,
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And I wanna go back!
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But the places that used to fit me,
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Cannot hold the things I've learned
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Those roads were closed off to me
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While my back was turned!
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If it comes too quick
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I may not appreciate it
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Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
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And if it comes too quick
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I may not recognize it
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Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
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Painting Pictures Of Egypt
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Sara Groves |