Taking sides, planning a trip
No place like home if only I could afford it
Ticket to ride, connected by the hip
Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket
Four minute mile, dressing down by your friend
You haven't seen in a while, all comes to a head
With just one smile to say what is said
She's light as a feather, I'm heavier than lead
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Deep cuts and shards of glass
Broken bones in plaster cast
Hand on the shoulder, he starts to laugh
You don't hear planes when you live under the flight-path
You always went for my friends and not for me, yeah