Anywhere Like Heaven

James Taylor

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[When I] walk along your city streets & look into your eyes;        When I
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see that    simple   sadness   that across your features lie;
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If my spirits     start to sink      it comes as no surprize.    It's been a
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long   way from    anywhere        like heaven       to your town, this town.

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There's a
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pasture    in the   countryside I    used to call my own.       There's a
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  natural  pillow   for my   head.   The grass there is overgrown.      I
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think of that place from time to time when I want to be alone.    I've come
A
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long way from anywhere            like heaven  to your town, this town.  Now
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 people, they live from day to day  but they do not count the time.
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They don't see their days slipping by, and neither do I....        There's a

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place inside of    every man that's   lookin' to be free.           Yes, and
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everybody   tells me that it's as it's meant to be.
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Still I read their papers and I watch them on the T.V.       I've come a
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long way  from   anywhere,       like heaven to your town, this town.  Most
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people who live from day to day simply do not count the time, you know.
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They don't see their days slipping by, and neither do I.          When I

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walk along your   city streets &      look into your eyes;       When I
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see that simple    sadness that across your features lie - I see lies,
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    If my spirit starts to sink it comes as no surprize,        I've come a
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long way from  anywhere          like heaven   to your town, this town.

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