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I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me.
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing,
And feel, feel what it's like to be new.
Cuz 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.

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba,
Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba,
Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba...

I cannot guess
What we'll discover
When we turn the dirt
With our palms cupped like shovels.
But I know our filthy hands
Can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain.

I do believe it's true,
That there are roads left in both of our shoes.
But if the silence takes you,
Then I hope it takes me, too.
So brown eyes I'll hold you near,
Cuz you're the only song I want to hear;
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
Where soul meets body...
Where soul meets body...
Where soul meets body.

And I do believe it's true,
That there are roads left in both of our shoes.
But if the silence takes you,
Then I hope it takes me, too.
So brown eyes I'll hold you near.
Cuz you're the only song I want to hear;
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.

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