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It was a late-in-the-summer night |
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Nearing the end of a bumpy ride |
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Through the backstage parking lots of the country |
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We went past the cars at the fray |
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The cops on bikes |
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The security gate |
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Into the trees where the dark comes easy |
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See the light of the Venus shining |
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High over the mid-western plains |
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Is it telling you you gotta go? |
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That your heart's been burning way to slow |
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I guess I'm the last to know again |
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But I will rise up, I will |
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Who was the Phoenix anyway? |
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Just some bird that flew away |
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And flies still |
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It was a late-in-the-summer day |
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The breeze had blown the clouds away |
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The fluttering ones were covering the fields |
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I've been walking by myself |
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I've been thinking about you again |
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Maybe one day I'll tell you how I feel |
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See the light of the satellite tower |
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The only thing that's blocking our view |
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Is it telling you what's on my mind |
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That I think about you all the time |
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That I wish for it even thought I know not to. |
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I will rise up, I will |
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Who was that Phoenix anyway? |
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Just some bird that flew away |
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And flies still |
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Flies still |
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You know I will |
