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Sandra McCracken
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A record store, a familiar place
There are people all around
I'm alone here with the noise in my head
As it mingles with the stereo sound
And there's something in the melody
Of a song that I can barely hear
And it resonates your place in me
Some place deeper than the tears
But I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out of here
This regret feels like wild horses
Rushing over me, three times a day
Just when I think I can reconcile it
I'm down again, without anything to say
And I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out
Yes, it calls me, it calls me out of here
Dreamt I saw your face tonight
It's funny, wars we choose to fight
Like knowing something is not right
Or knowing when it is
My love awaits at the garden gate
Where the air is warm and sweet
And the flames can't turn
Where the fire's already has burned
So here is where I'm free
And I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out
Yes, and I have got my ticket home
This will be my last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out of here
Yes, it calls me, it calls me out of here
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