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I trace lines on a map with my hand
Each mark is a friend in a distant land
The compass in my chest points to you
No matter how far the winds blow through
We used to sleep under one single rooftop
We laughed until the moon began to drop
Now every one of us has a different clock
Every hour strikes on a different block
We scattered like seeds in four directions
Each one planted in a different section
Some found the summer, some found the snow
The warmth we shared was the first to go
I trace lines on a map with my hand
Each mark is a friend in a distant land
We share one sky but not the ground
And every season turns without a sound
I trace lines on a map with my hand
Each mark is a friend in a distant land
The compass in my chest points to you
No matter how far the winds blow through
We scattered like seeds in four directions
Each one planted in a different section
Some found the summer, some found the snow
The warmth we shared was the first to go
I trace lines on a map with my hand
Each mark is a friend in a distant land
We share one sky but not the ground
And every season turns without a sound
I trace lines on a map with my hand
Each mark is a friend in a distant land
The compass in my chest points to you
No matter how far the winds blow through
