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Well I'm changing all my strings |
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I'm gonna write another traveling song |
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About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn |
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Well I guess the best that I can do now is pretend that I've done nothing wrong |
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And to dream about a train that's gonna take me back where I belong |
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Well now the ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the interstate |
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And I'm screaming at my brother on a cell phone he is far away |
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I'm saying nothing in the past or future ever will feel like today |
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Until we're parking in an alley |
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Just hoping that our sh!t is safe |
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So I go back and forth forever |
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All my thoughts they come in pairs |
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Oh I will, I won't, I doubt I don't |
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I'm not surprised |
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But I never feel quite prepared |
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Now I'm hunched over a typewriter |
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I guess you call that painting in a cave |
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And there's a word I can't remember |
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And a feeling I cannot escape |
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And now my ashtray's overflowing |
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I'm still staring at a clean white page |
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Oh and morning's at my window |
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She is sending me to bed again |
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Well I dream of dark on the horizon |
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I dream a desert where the dead lay down |
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I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crowd |
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Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinking |
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There was people screaming all around |
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And I awoke to my alarm clock |
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It was a pop song, it was playing loud |
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So I will find my fears and face them |
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Or I will cower like a dog |
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I will kick and scream or kneel and plead |
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I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up |
