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Some deserted places I go to
I go to feel the cooked heat
I seek to find you there
As a note on odd beat

I stroll through the city
Am past all the daisies
I try to learn your language
For I wanna know your crazies

The warmth that holds me now
The earth, the dearth, the dark
I look across the sidewalk
And let my soul embark

But I can't let it end
For I have to pin you down
Some high hills to go
But my heart won't let me mount

And all the way so near
I am nothing, but sad
Cause I know you ain't nowhere
It's just me holding the thread.

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