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In all of my past lives
I never waited so long
To hold up the sky
In all of our past lives
Mountains we climbed to home
Were never this high

She told me that I lost my home
She told me that I'm running away
She told me that I'm wandering and lonely

Oh you are in every note I write
You are in every note I write
In the blank spaces in my empty rhythms
You are in every note I write

Born in the city
Lived by the railway
I have held up the weight of our world
He lives on the mountain
With fire at its heart
I am held to the weight of our words

She told me that I lost my home
She told me that I'm running away
She told me that I'm wandering and lonely

Oh you are in every note I write
You are in every note I write
In the blank spaces in my empty rhythms
You are in every note I write