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88 Constellations - Mary Chapin Carpenter
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88 Constellations Mary Chapin Carpenter

88 Constellations - Mary Chapin Carpenter
[Verse 1]
These days are made of leaving home
But every thought is of returning
In between is simply known
For the gasoline I'm burning
Drop the bags inside the door
Out of habit pause to listen
It's the same as before
There's always something that feels missing
But not the ghosts and snakes I've swept away
Though that seemed as good a place to start

[Chorus]
I go forward
Or fall back
Forge ahead
Or veer off track
Flaming out
We fade to black
Stars careening in their crosses
Someone's always
Just ahead
Heels dug in
Or being led
Nothing's perfect
I once said
And I've learned to cut my losses
But I could not fix the broken part
And a tear-stained heart
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