Bottled

I wish I could bottle the lake where you grew up
And hand it to you the next time we meet
You could take it on the plane rides, hold it on the subways
Have your favorite piece of home everywhere you go
I wish I could do that for you
I wish I could be that piece, I wish I could be that lake
If only you found that kind of comfort in holding my hand

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