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I lie in a field, in the trailor-park of my dreams |
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Saving up for someday |
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But what does someday mean? |
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And I'm young but I let it slip by |
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I'm co-dependant and I'm lost inside |
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And you, you look like freedom |
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You look like the avalanche I need |
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The avalanche I need |
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And there's a road, leads away from here |
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And every day I stand in place and watch it disapear |
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And there's a bird, circles in my mind |
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Security's the whore in me that never lets me fly |
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And you, you look like freedom |
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You look like change |
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You look like the avalanche I need |
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The avalanche I need |
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With your sunburned soul |
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And your hunger for the road |
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I'm snowblind and crying after |
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Like nothing matters |
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When you go down take me |
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When you go down, yeah, make me |
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I got a hunger you could feed |
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And I know it's a fine line divides |
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The place I'm looking for and what's inside |
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And I know it's a long, long way |
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Throught the outskirts of everyday |
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And you, you look like freedom |
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You look like change |
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You look like the avalanche I need |
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The avalanche I need |
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Avalanche |
