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Billboards promise paradise |
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And tattoos "done while you wait" |
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Possible futures all laid out |
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On the sweeping curve of the interstate |
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Got no city, got no land |
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Got no lover, got no wife |
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How many ways to say goodbye |
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Can one man fit in a nomad life? |
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Life short-call now |
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Lone car waxes, then it wanes |
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Leaves only voices in the hall |
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And in the room next door to mine |
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The bed is banging on the wall |
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You've no idea how |
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I long For even one loving caress |
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For you to step into my heart |
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Without deception or duress |
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Life short-call now |