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This morning pressed itself into my eyes |
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So much nameless life I couldn't catch if I tried |
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And every device, every device I had I used |
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But it's no use; the distance will get the better of me again |
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Coz every street's got somewhere to take me |
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And every stranger's got something to tell me |
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I'll take it, or leave it if I don't need it |
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And I won't take any souvenirs |
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Broken line, broken lines direct us, and highway signs bless us |
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And I can't wait to get lost, get outta here |
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It's all money over mind over matter over miles |
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And nothing, nothing here |
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The face is so convincing, they'd make you believe |
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Make you believe in nothing |
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No, I can't see it, I won't be it |
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And I won't take any, won't take any souvenirs |
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I can't wait |
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I can't wait |
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I can't wait |
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I can't wait |
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Coz every street's got somewhere to take me |
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And every stranger's got something to tell me |
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I'll take it, or leave it if I don't need it |
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And I won't take any souvenirs |
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No I won't take any |
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No I won't take any |
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Won't take any souvenirs |
