I have wandered far and wide
All the way from Paris to Mexico
'Til I was gone and didn't know
In the end, the thing that keeps me walking
Is your shine, your shine in the morning, your shine in the distance
Your shine inside the laughter and the ghosts
They have spoken of the river, forever bending
Inside the fever of the saints that walk all night with no domain
In the end the thing that keeps them walking, is your shine
Your shine when they wear no coat, your shine when t
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