I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
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In our eyes are mirror images and when
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We kiss they're perfectly aligned
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And I have to speculate that God himself
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Did make us into corresponding shapes like
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Puzzle pieces from the clay
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True, it may seem like a stretch, but
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Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
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Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
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When you are out there on the road for
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Several weeks of shows and when you scan
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The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
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They will see us waving from such great
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Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
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But everything looks perfect from far away,
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'come down now,' but we'll stay...
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I tried my best to leave this all on your
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Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
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Thin upon listening
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That frankly will not fly. you will hear
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The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
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The windows down when this is guiding you home
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They won't see us waving from such great heights,
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"Come down now", they'll say
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But everything looks perfect from far away
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"Come down now", but we'll stay...
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(music)
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They won't see us waving from such great heights,
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"Come down now", they'll say
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But everything looks perfect from far away
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"Come down now", but we'll stay...
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(They won't see us waving from such great heights,
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"Come down now", they'll say
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They won't see us waving from such great heights)
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Such Great Heights
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Streetlight Manifesto |