Such Great Heights by The Postal Service

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I am thinking it's a sign

That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images and when

We kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate

That God himself did make

Us into corresponding shapes

Like puzzle pieces from the clay

And true, it may seem like a stretch,

But its thoughts like this that catch

My troubled head when you're away

When I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road

For several weeks of shows

And when you scan the radio,

I hope this song will guide you home

They won't see us waving from such great heights,

"Come down now," they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away,

"Come down now," but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave

This all on your machine

But the persistent beat it sounded thin

Upon listening

And that frankly will not fly.

You will hear the shrillest highs

And lowest lows with the windows down

When this is guiding you home

They won't see us waving from such great heights,

"Come down now," they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away,

"Come down now," but we'll stay...

They won't see us waving from such great heights,

"Come down now," they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away,

"Come down now," but we'll stay...

They won't see us waving from such great heights,

"Come down now,"

They won't see us waving from such great heights,

"Come down now," 

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