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Echoes That Pull Me Home 2 by Nyiramasabato

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Echoes That Pull Me Home 2

Contemporary Ballad

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On a Sunday I find a coffee cup steamed, gunk holes that′s still warm in my hand.
Your chip blew my ballast sink, a crooked footprint on the damp kitchen stand. There′s a receipt from a bookstore your name scrawled, we′ve set a page you loved, and the radio plays the song we swore we′d keep when the night got rough.
Little things like neighborhoods and half-lit streetlamps keep you near, every ordinary room becomes a map when your voice appears.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home, It brushes through the doorway, turns these quiet streets to gold.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home, I follow where it leads me, never feeling lost alone.
I walk the bridge where Sunday fog hangs low and taxis hum below, your scarf left in the cafe, the corner of a note that says don′t go. I keep pressing my hand at places that still hold the shape of you.
I laugh in every hallway, the way you tied your shoes, small truths that grew. These fragments fit your presence in the hush between each breath, and in a hush I hear you saying we′re always more than just a rest.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home, It brushes through the doorway, turns these quiet streets to gold.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home, I follow where it leads me, never feeling lost alone.
I stood at the pier the night we almost left, the skyline burning thin. You pressed a coin into my palm and said we′d start again, with careful sense.
I kept that coin beneath my pillow, kept your promise like a stone. When the dark came rolling in, I tossed it in and watched the water zone.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home, It draws the map I′m walking, turns the small things into worlds.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home, This time I answer louder, let it lead me, let it hold.
Your echo is the tide that always pulls me home.
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