Is it really the redwoods you miss?
And are they all that different from all of this?
Is it the people or the place you always find yourself longing for?
From the ears that hold your hair back to the lap that lets you rest, if this who you are today, where will I be next year?
Can you hear your spirits dying when its cold and your’re far away?
If this is who you are today, where will I be next year?
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