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I want to live where soul meets body,
And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing,
And feel, feel what it's like to be new.
Cuz in my head there's a Greyhound station,
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations;
So they may have a chance of finding a place,
Where they're far more suited than here.
I cannot guess,
What we'll discover,
When we turn the dirt,
With our palms cupped like shovels.
But I know our filthy hands,
Can wash one another's,
