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I was lost for a while in a mirrored hallway of a high-rise hotel |
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Umbrella drink in my hand, sitting down |
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Saw ten thousand me's, numb cocaine teeth in their chattering mouths |
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Thought about home, thought about death, thought about moving south |
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Rodeo wind blew in, now the candle's out and everyone's scared |
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Call my broker, sell everything, I want to be prepared |
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Heard the cavalry cry of my girl for the night when I entered her |
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Sounded so fake, always feels fake, finishes and then it feels worse |
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Every hallway has a camera |
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Every hallway has a camera don't you know |
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They never let you open the window |
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They never let you open the window |
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Smoke signals of thought, white ribbons of loss |
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High above the tree line, they cry out |
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I froze up for a second on the pyramid side of the Las Vegas strip |
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My brother hunched over in the bushes getting sick |
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Security knew took one look and threw us out |
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Life's not fair |
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I tried to die young with my true love, ended up a millionaire |
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The mechanical world, a loud sound you've never heard that's always there |
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Radio's trailing through the desert, keep driving until you disappear |
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We made a gentlemen's pact: no stopping, no looking back |
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Lace those shoes. |
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Take the first step |
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Take the next step |
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That's a boy! |
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It is never too soon |
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All that you keep is the journey, all you keep are the spaces in between |
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It's not the fresh start or the ending |
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All that you keep is the journey |
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Smoke rings round my thoughts |
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Blue ribbons at the dawn |
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High beyond the tree line we pass out |
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Smoke signals of thought, white ribbons of loss |
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High above the tree line they cry out |