If today were not an endless highway
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If tonight were not a crooked trail
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If tomorrow weren't such a long time
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
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And only if my own true love were waiting for me
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And if I could hear her heart softly pounding
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If only she was lying by me
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again
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I can't see my reflection in the water
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Can't speak the sounds that show no pain
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I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
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Can't remember the sound of my own name
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And only if my own true love were waiting for me
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And if I could hear he heart softly pounding
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If only she was lying by me
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again
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There's beauty in the silver, singing river
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There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
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None of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
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That I remember in my true love's eyes
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And only if my own true love were waiting for me
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And if I could hear he heart softly pounding
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If only she was lying by me
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And she could lie in my bed once again
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Tomorrow is such a long time
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Nick Drake |