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What if there's time to kill? |
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what if there's a blinding will to go down? |
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what if there'e a restlessness |
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that no one even knows? |
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There's a comforting thought to hang around. |
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while everyone else is beating their days |
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into the groand. |
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Chorus: |
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why don't we go pack it up |
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and drive us blind, |
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where the sun in south dakota |
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never seems to end |
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never meet again. |
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If you move your place to fall, |
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isn't that the rush of it all? |
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our skyline thinks it's bigger than it is. |
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Your dreams are calling out, |
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but your heart's patina. |
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no blue is darker than |
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the shade you're in |
