As we drove on through the Finger Lakes
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Water shining at our side
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I was wrestling the demons in my mind
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But it seemed to me you were reaching for
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Some places we’d never been
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Where we’d leave the past
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On some dark road behind
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I will always come
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If you need me
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And I will never forget
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The things you said
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And in my hour of darkness
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You will come to me
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And I will raise up
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My worried head
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There’s a line between what might have been
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And where we stand today
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There are roads we both know
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We can never cross
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But a voice comes down from history
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And whispers in my ear
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Don’t waste the time
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The time that isn’t lost
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I will always come
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If you need me
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And I will never forget
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The things you said
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And in my hour of darkness
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You will come to me
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And I will raise up
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My worried head
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I have walked by so many rooms
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And watched you brooding in the dark
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I spent my youth moving round you
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Like a ghost
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But the years go by
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And the reasons die
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That kept us far apart
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Now the sun coming up each day’s
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What we need most
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I will always come
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If you need me
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And I will never forget
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The things you said
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And in my hour of darkness
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You will come to me
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And I will raise up
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My worried head
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Finger Lakes
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| Nick Drake |
