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All that junk you filled our bones with |
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It fills us too (x3) |
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But now you're a ghost, you can find |
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A home away from here |
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I always wanted to find a home away from here |
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Out in the field so weighted for the first time |
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All that rope you hang your neck with |
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It left a mark (x3) |
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But now you're a ghost, you can find |
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A home away from here |
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I always wanted to find a home away from here |
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Out in the field so grounded for the first time |
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All that river swept you under |
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Carried us too (x3) |
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But now you're a ghost you can find |
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A home away from here |
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I always wanted to find a home away from here |
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Out in the field so anchored for the first time |
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All the wind that blows through your hair |
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It makes things new (x3) |
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Now you're a ghost, you can find |
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A home away from here |
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I always wanted to find a home away from here |
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When will I watch you take off for the last time? |
