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The open road for travelers' souls |
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They once were lost, but now they're gone |
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A long, long time ago |
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A neighbor's love, so fit the mold |
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They once were young, but now they're old |
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It's not yet time to go |
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And it's the way that we will forget ourselves |
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And it's the way that we will for no one else |
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And it's the way that we will put pressure on our bones |
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That we never leave alone |
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Amen, amen |
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Maybe it's time to grab the past |
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And make it last all through the year |
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To keep our lives afloat |
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The system's changed from far to planes |
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I once was wild, but now |
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I'm tameHate to fly alone |
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And it's the way that we will forget ourselves |
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And it's the way that we will for no one else |
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And it's the way that we will put pressure on our bones |
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That we never leave alone |
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Amen, amen |
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And lately it's a song |
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So maybe I am wrong for now |
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And it's the way that we will forget ourselves |
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It's the way that we will for no one else |
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It's the way that we will put pressure on our bones |
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That we never leave alone |
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Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen |
