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In my head there's a city at night |
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Static gauge with the rush and the lights |
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Now its concourse you look very fine |
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But this place here is no friend of mine |
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And what you know can only mean one thing |
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And what you know can only mean one thing |
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Rooted to the place that you spring from |
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And this dirt was a building before |
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Shut it down before they opened the door |
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Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry |
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What is passed, we'll just leave it behind |
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And I rode |
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Horse shapen fire, draggin' stereo wire |
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And we rode |
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Chemicals on 'till the breaking of dawn |
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And I rose |
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Over a town raised up by the sound of its drone |
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And I rode |
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Higher than forces that can't make the horses lay down |
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This place here is no friend of mine |
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What is passed, we'll just leave it behind |
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And what you know could only mean one thing |
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And what you know could only mean one thing |
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Rooted to the place that you spring from |
