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Pushing forward, highway miles are cheaper than in town |
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If you left something behind we'll try your best not to let it get you down |
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The city's full of bullshit, I don't sleep there anymore |
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I don't want it's schmoozy eagerness, I don't want to be it's whore |
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But we, we are so awestruck by the way that things just are |
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Like the way the sun shines 'till it's night time |
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We fall asleep to the sound of passing cars |
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It's that sinking sunken feeling |
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That you get on the roofs of tall buildings |
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Staring out over the bay or broken cityscapes that make you cry |
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And it's not sad you just don't know how to begin to ask why |
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Just a few more cigarettes and I'll come back inside |
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And do you ever get the feeling |
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Something somewhere in you is still alive |
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And saying "Oh and it's a big life, as big as it can be |
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And if you cannot see the beauty well don't give up so easily |
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And it's a weak-kneed conversation telling your new revelation |
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To a choir of a more cynical nature |
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"Being your ego and your I'd |
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The part that swears to you you'll never want kids |
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The part that drinks away each night |
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And in the morning wakes at ten and goes to work |
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So let's not be so bitter at least not just yet |
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I keep meaning to say everything's ok |
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Well how presumptuous is that? |
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And sure we all get hurt sometimes |
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And sure we all feel ashamed |
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But if our friends can't help us through these things |
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I don't know what friendship means |
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And I don't know just what it is I'm trying to say |
