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Lost in a lullaby |
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Side of the road |
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Melt in a memory |
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Slide in a solitude |
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Not till I can read by the moon |
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Am I going anywhere |
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Not till I can read by the moon |
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I blow you a kiss |
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It should reach you tomorrow |
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As it flies from the other side of the world |
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From my room in my fugitive motel |
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Somewhere in the dust bowl |
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It flies from the other side of the world |
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"I'm tired," I said. |
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"You always look tired," she said. |
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"I'm admired," I said. |
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"You always look tired," she said. |
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Not till I can read by the moon |
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Am I going anywhere |
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Not till I can read by the moon |
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I blow you a kiss |
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It should reach you tomorrow, reach you tomorrow |
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It flies from the other side of the world |
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From my room in my fugitive motel |
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Somewhere in the dust bowl, somewhere in the dust bowl |
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It flies from the other side of the world |
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Curtains stay closed |
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But everyone knows |
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You hear through the walls in this place |
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Cigarette holes for every lost soul |
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To give up the ghost in this place |
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Give me strength |
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Give me wings |
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I blow you a kiss |
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It should reach you tomorrow, reach you tomorrow |
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It flies from the other side of the world |
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From my room in my fugitive motel |
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Somewhere in the dust bowl, somewhere in the dust bowl |
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It flies from the other side of the world |
