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Back then I often found myself |
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Driving on the road at night, |
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And the radio was broadcasting the ocean. |
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Warm late Spring wind whips through my hair. |
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I am right here, but I wanna be there, |
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And no one in this world is gonna stop me. |
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Pale green ghosts at the end of May-- |
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Soldiers of this black highway-- |
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Helping me to know my place. |
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Pale green ghosts must take great care, |
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Release themselves into the air-- |
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Reminding me that I must be aware. |
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At 25 and 36 to Boulder |
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I was getting warm, but now I'm getting colder, |
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And I stomp my feet--demanding like a child. |
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I hope you get everything you wanted boy. |
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I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy, |
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But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth. |
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Pale green ghosts at the end of May-- |
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Soldiers of this black highway-- |
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Helping me to know my place. |
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Pale green ghosts must take great care, |
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Release themselves into the air-- |
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Reminding me that I must be aware. |
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Pale green ghosts at the end of May-- |
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Soldiers of this black highway-- |
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Helping me to know my place. |
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Pale green ghosts must take great care, |
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Release themselves into the air-- |
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Reminding me that I must be aware. |
