To come apart in mountain tops
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is to come apart in rain
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Every note creates a picture of
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a road worn over again
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You speak only in memories
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but what memories dictate
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is if you don't know what you want
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then what you want won't wait
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And he sparks a ten center
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as an epilogue waits
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it's a centre of attention
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and it's a road we won't leave behind
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So far away
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and I'm free from disguise
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but I can see the devil hiding
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in the circles around your eyes
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What do I signify when
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lifetime's away
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I can see that look in northern faces
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and looks are made from far off places
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And maybe the life waits over the hill
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over the hill while I wait
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Once In Your Life
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| Idlewild |
