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Super thick chunks of broken life and reality |
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At the dinner table come to me |
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Say goodbye, my friend, my exit's here |
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My road's so long, a million miles or so |
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Too much for me, I got to go, my navigator's here |
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And they say it's nice this time of year |
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They say it's nice this time of year |
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They say it's nice this time of year on Jupiter |
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Except for the meteors |
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And Nebraska's so flat that I don't care |
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I'll never use this map, have I made it clear |
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I don't know Jack, but I stay sincere |
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Woah-oh my navigator's here |
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Super thick chunks of broken light in the Milky Way |
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You never know if they're burning bright |
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In Anchorage the sun's up about half the night |
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Half the day and most of the time |
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The sun burns bright all the time, then the winter comes |
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And they say it's nice this time of year |
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They say it's nice this time of year |
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They say it's nice this time of year in Anchorage |
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Except for the polar bears |
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And Nebraska's so flat that I don't care |
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I'll never use this map, have I made it clear |
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I don't know Jack, but I stay sincere |
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Woah-oh my navigator's here |
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They say it's nice this time of year |
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They say it's nice this time of year |
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They say it's nice this time of year on Jupiter |
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Except for the meteors |
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And Nebraska's so flat that I don't care |
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I'll never use this map, have I made it clear |
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I don't know Jack, but I stay sincere |
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Woah-oh my navigator's here |
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And Nebraska's so flat that I don't care |
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I'll never use this map, have I made it clear |
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I don't know Jack, but I stay sincere |
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Woah-oh my navigator's here |
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They say it's nice this time of year on Jupiter |
