| This is a barn and I know it’s haunted
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| The corn rattles and the shadows move
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| It’s just the way, it’s just the way I’m feeling
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| I want to lie down in a field of rain
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| This is a river and I pray for the bottom
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| Some kind of measure of the way things change
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| I’ve been stuck in the middle of a slow storm, counting the days, love
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| I know we’re in the dark, and the cold comes
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| Through the very cracks that let the light through
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| Bring me something back from that sunny coast, and keep us, moving on
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| These are the shadowlands, I’ve known them
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| And I think it’s going to be the long way down
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| But I’ll be the tiny flame, that you carry around, around, around
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| I know we’re in the dark, and the cold comes
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| Through the very cracks that let the light through
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| Bring me something back from that sunny coast, and keep us, moving on
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| This is a blessing and I don’t date doubt it
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| We built a boat out of willow trees
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| We caught the moonlight, like a mirror
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| Shine right through to the best of me
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| Shine right through to the best of me
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| We’ve been living in abandoned houses
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| Sometimes we’re tending to abandoned fields
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| It’s just the way it’s just the way I’m feeling
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| I want to wake up with the sun in my head |