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 I find the  and draw a straight line
 Over rivers, farms, and  lines
 The  from 'A' to where you'd be
 It's only  Jobby that I see
 I touch the place where I'd  your face
 My finger in  of distant dark places
 
  hang my coat up in the first bar
 There is no peace that I've  so far
  laughter penetrates my silence
 As drunken men find flaws  science
 
  words mostly noises
 Ghosts with  voices
  words in my memory
 Are like  to me
 
 I'm miles  where you are,
 I lay  on the cold ground
 I, I pray that something picks me 
 And  me down in your warm arms
 
 After I have travelled  far
 We'd set the  to the third bar
  share each other like an island
  exhausted, close our eyelids
  dreaming, pick up from
 The  place we left off
 Your soft  is weeping
  joy you can't keep in
 
 I'm miles from where  are,
 I lay down  the cold ground
 And I,  pray that something picks me up
 and sets me down in  warm arms
 
  miles from where you are,
 I lay down on the cold 
 and I,  pray that something picks me up
  sets me down in your warm arms