| Leaving
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| She came along
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| She came a long way to see me
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| She came across snowy fields
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| Baby — I’ve almost grown somehow
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| I’m in between the coasts
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| But my mind
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| My mind must be back in Boston
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| I’m lying across the tracks
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| And I’m on the train ride back
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| Slowly — I turned to him and said
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| «Well if I’m not yet dead then surely
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| This must be killing me instead»
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| Turning — I am turning blue
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| In this bar with you but my mind
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| Must be back in San Francisco
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| I’m lying across the tracks
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| And I’m on the train ride back
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| And I’m in between the cars
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| And I’m in between the stars
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| Highways — my head is loose at last
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| The radio’s on full blast
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| And I’m rolling
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| In a midnight Chevrolet
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| Snowdust — I’m caught dead in the night
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| The stars and fire light
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| The sky a jewel
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| I believe I’m back in Boston
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| I’m lying across the tracks
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| And I’m on the train ride back
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| And I’m in between the cars
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| And I’m in between the stars
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| And you’re all across the moon
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| And you’re all across the moon
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| And you’re all above the moon
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| The Moon |