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Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes

So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear

Where soul meets body


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