| How do you know what you know
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| because you’ve seen it with your eyes?
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| How do you know where to go,
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| how to identify your guides?
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| How do you see what was next
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| In your palm or a show of cards?
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| How do you learn to detect
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| The outlines of a scar?
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| Now the sky holds the night,
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| As the trees hold the shade.
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| And the road holds the map
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| Of every journey I’ve made.
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| And the clouds hold the sigh
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| Of the wind and the rain
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| In my deep, deep down heart…
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| My deep, deep down heart.
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| Now these wheels go so fast
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| There is nothing here to hold;
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| I keep pushing back the past
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| So that the future can unfold.
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| I guess the best of my mistakes
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| Show me all that I don’t know.
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| But this strange kind of ache
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| Never seems to let me go.
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| And the sky holds the night,
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| And the trees hold the shade,
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| And the stars hold the light
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| That’s travelled all this way.
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| But who holds my hand
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| So I am not afraid
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| In my deep, deep down heart
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| My deep, deep down heart?
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| I thought I heard my name
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| Walking late tonight
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| From the porch after the rain
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| In this rowing down the light.
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| There was no one standing there
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| Beyond the lantern’s cast,
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| But just voices in the air
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| But just questions that ask,
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| How the sky holds the night?
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| How the trees hold the shade?
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| How your sleep holds your dreams
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| Till they shake you awake?
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| And how love holds you up
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| And then to chooses to break
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| Your deep, deep down heart…
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| Your deep, deep down heart? |