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We pack up our gear
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And we're gone again
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Driven by passion, outward
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Away from family and friends
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But what they can't see
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Is that every day I'm drowning in a sea
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Of faces that I miss so desperately
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With each flashing countenance
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A torrent of emotion, joy, and memories
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The people I've grown to love so deeply
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Throughout the years
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I've chosen a big family
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And the weight of their absence
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Has brought me more than once to tears
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I wake from sleep violently
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Only to witness those lives and faces
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Disappear slowly behind me
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(I'm drowning)
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Again I'm pulled back into deep waters
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Washed further away from my sisters and brothers
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Am I truly living a dream
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When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep?
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How am I to stay the course, to remain bold
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When all those my heart longs for
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Remain firmly anchored at home
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Am I truly living a dream
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When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep?
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With every "it's-been-awhile" embrace
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I wish it could last an eternity
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Silently praying for the courage to say
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"Oh G-d, how I've missed you!
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I've seen you in my sleep!
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We were laughing, crying, joking
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You know, the way it used to be
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Back when we younger and all that much more free
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I just hope you see that nothing's changed between you and me
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No matter the time we've spent apart
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I know it's not always easy to show it
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But please believe that I carried you in my heart
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That you were with me through every mile
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I could have sworn I saw your phantom standing in the aisle!"
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It seems you already know what I'm thinking
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And that, even after all this time
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Some things still do go without saying
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We savored the taste of our sweet youth
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And now, with calloused hands, gather the remaining fruit
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To go any farther, we must endure further pains
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Skinned, mashed, and finally strained
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Fermenting in the time spent away
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Only to return with a fine vintage
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To cheers to the health of those who stayed
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Name Even the Dead Have Their Tasks
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Artist Being As An Ocean
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Album How We Both Wondrously Perish
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