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 I find the map and  a straight line
 Over rivers, farms, and state 
 The distance  'A' to where you'd be
  only finger-lengths Jobby that I see
 I touch the place where I'd  your face
 My finger in creases of distant  places
 
 I hang my coat up in  first bar
 There  no peace that I've found so far
 The  penetrates my silence
 As drunken men find flaws  science
 
 Their words  noises
 Ghosts with just 
 Your words in my 
 Are like  to me
 
 I'm  from where you are,
 I lay  on the cold ground
 I, I pray that something  me up
 And sets me down in your  arms
 
 After I  travelled so far
 We'd set  fire to the third bar
 We'd share each other like an 
 Until exhausted, close  eyelids
 And  pick up from
 The last  we left off
 Your soft skin  weeping
 A joy you can't keep 
 
 I'm miles from where  are,
 I  down on the cold ground
 And I, I  that something picks me up
 and sets  down in your warm arms
 
 I'm miles from  you are,
 I lay down on  cold ground
 and I, I pray that something  me up
 and sets me  in your warm arms