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Whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. |
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And the shop fronts on holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels). |
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We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. |
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As if saved from the gallows. |
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There's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited. |
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Passing through unconscious states. |
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When i awoke i was on the highway. |
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With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending, |
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And the patrons are leaving, leaving. |
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Now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes). |
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I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, |
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(you can't begin to get it back). |
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Passing through unconscious states. |
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When i awoke i was on |
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The onset of a later stage... the headlights are beacons on the highway. |