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Took a midnight train |
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Headed way back east |
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Left behind some pain |
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In hopes of finding some peace |
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Fortunately caught one |
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Bound for my old neighborhood |
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Either way, between us, it's good |
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They're building a bridge |
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Links manhattan with the heartland |
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It's called the california ridge |
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The country needs to expand |
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Saw them lay the first stone |
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It was made of wood |
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Either way, between us, it's good |
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In an age of greys |
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When wrong won't become right |
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Let's life the haze |
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And scale the heights |
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Set my shoulders straight |
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Took a deep breath |
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This meeting i anticipate |
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Unlike impending death |
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Strode on to the platform |
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And there you stood |
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At worst, between us, it's good |
