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me and jiggs staring at the ceiling |
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the stars above the radar range |
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Song from a station wagon laying foundations |
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on the shadows of overpassing planes |
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I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock we're gonna |
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drive across the county line |
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And find Saturday night like an orphan child that the |
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good days left behind |
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And I'm not sure we can make it stay |
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Sun's going down and its the end of the day |
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me and my friends in the park drinking |
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beer underneath the trees |
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Lying on your back as the sun goes down, |
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you know it's perfect cause you've got to leave |
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On a Saturday night in a town like this |
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I forget all my songs about trains |
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A bar with a jukebox and you on my arm heaven |
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and earth are pretty much the same |
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And I'm not sure I can make you stay |
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Sun's going down and its the end of the day |
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Later on sitting on the roof talking like t |
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he night could last all night |
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Like we are all half crazy and |
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all at least half alright |
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Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt |
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play guitar to burn off the hours |
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Till we climb the fences at the edge of town |
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and paint our names on the water towers |
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And I'm not sure we can make them stay |
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Sun's going down at the end of the day |
