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Sitting at the crossways |
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Trying to keep my cool with the traffic lights |
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I've been up and down this line so any times |
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Girl, it's never right |
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Me and this machine keep the crazy urban dream |
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Locked in overflow |
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Sometimes i swear i could spin these old wheels |
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Just let it go |
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Runaway |
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Is it something that you hear |
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Coming through the waves on the radio |
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Or something that you see gently taps your memory |
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And shoots you down |
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Those hometown thoughts, school yard dreams and yesterdays |
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Moving in i just put my head down and drift away |
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And we're moving up and down, in and out of town |
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We're all searching for that piece of higher ground |
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Somewhere... |
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Runaway |