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By Fogelberg Dan, So you've heard I've been flyin'And tryin' to get intoSomebody
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By Fogelberg Dan, And now the lonely days are doneAnd with each rising
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By Fogelberg Dan, You know that everybody has a voiceAnd how they use
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By Fogelberg Dan, In the eyes of the world your touch is like
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By Fogelberg Dan, Joy at the startFear in the journeyJoy in the coming
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By Fogelberg Dan, There's thorns on the cactus treeThere's thorns on the roseThere's
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By Fogelberg Dan, Here's another little song for you.I hope you'll listen to
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By Fogelberg Dan, I see the raven's madeHer nest in your eyesShe's got
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By Fogelberg Dan, I was walking alone through the loft San
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By Fogelberg Dan, I saw her first in a beggar's gameHer eyes were
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By Fogelberg Dan, I can see you in the distanceAnd you're heading for
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By Fogelberg Dan, In the overcrowded citiesWhere the nights are bright as dayYou
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By Fogelberg Dan, Up through the branchesThe stars shine aboveOn the arroyosAnd mesas
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By Fogelberg Dan, Found your heartAnd lost your loverLick your woundsAnd run for
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By Fogelberg Dan, Changing horses in the middle of a streamGets
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By Fogelberg Dan, Somewhere on a lonely muddy country roadI heard
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By Fogelberg Dan, Dancing shoesOn the wall above your bedsideSaw it all as
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By Fogelberg Dan, Waiting in the wingsYour courage sings before you
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By Fogelberg Dan, May the trail rise up to meet youMay your heart
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By Fogelberg Dan, Exiles...running from each otherWe are exilesLiving undercoverLooking for another day
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By Fogelberg Dan, I hear the thunderThree miles awayThe island's leakingInto the bayThe
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By Fogelberg Dan, There was a timeA simpler timeWhen a man could be
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By Fogelberg Dan, Oil on canvasCouplets and stanzasTo divine who you arePencil portrayals
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By Fogelberg Dan, They came from ScandinaviaThe land of midnight sunAnd crossed the
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By Fogelberg Dan, Sometimes in the night I feel itNear as my next
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By Fogelberg Dan, Slow downGirl, what's the hurry?Love can wait if you're worriedThen
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By Fogelberg Dan, Linda lost a loverIn the early part of autumnAnd she
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By Fogelberg Dan, I still recall the placeWhen I first felt yourgypsy windPlaying
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By Fogelberg Dan, Lucky at loveWell, maybe soThere's still a lot of things
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By Fogelberg Dan, Well there's too many windows in this old