I want to live where soul meets body,
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And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
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And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing,
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And feel, feel what it's like to be new,
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'Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station,
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Where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations.
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So they may have a chance of finding a place where,
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They're far more suited than here.
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BAda-bada ba-bah
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bada ba-ba bada ba-bah
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bada ba-ba bada-ba
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bada bada-bah
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I cannot guess what we'll discover,
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When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels,
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But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's,
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And not one speck will remain.
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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.
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So brown eyes I hold you near, 'cause you're the only song I want to hear
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
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Where soul meets body.
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Where soul meets body.
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Where soul meets body.
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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.
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So brown eyes I hold you near, 'cause you're the only song I want to hear
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
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A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
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Soul Meets Body
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
