| In the sand, in my imagination
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| There’s a boy who’s hanging in the shade.
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| Baseball cap, turned around backwards
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| Flip flopped feet, moving my way
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| I’ve been away too long
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| I’ve been away too long
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| The page with the bookmark’s gone
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| I’ve been away too long
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| Sometimes when I’m sitting still
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| I feel the ground beneath me shake
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| It rattles like an earthquake
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| But I’m still here
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| I know I should go, I should give it a try
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| I’ve gotta get against the grain
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| But I’m battling myself again
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| And I’m still here
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| We would walk one over the other
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| On the tracks leading to your house
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| The night sky’s pink with and orange glow
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| And I realize I’ve been gone for days
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| I’ve been away too long
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| I’ve been away too long
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| The page with the bookmark’s gone
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| I’ve been away too long
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| Sometimes when I’m sitting still
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| I feel the ground beneath me shake
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| It rattles like an earthquake
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| But I’m still here
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| I know I should go, I should give it a try
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| I’ve gotta get against the grain
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| But I’m battling myself again
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| And I’m still here
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| You, you’ve got this way
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| Of reaching in my chest,
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| And reading what I’ve got to say
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| And I, I’ve looked for this a million times
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| And now you’ve cleared the mystery
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| Sometimes when I’m sitting still
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| I feel the ground beneath me shake
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| It rattles like an earthquake
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| But I’m still here
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| I know I should go, I should give it a try
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| I’ve gotta get against the grain
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| But I’m battling myself again
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| And I’m still here
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| I’ve been away too long
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| I’ve been away too long
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| The page with the bookmark’s gone
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| I’ve been away too long |