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Some highway at night |
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When I'm out driving the car |
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I drift among the headlights |
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My mind somewhere else now |
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I drive off the end of the earth |
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And every light on your street |
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Comes back to me |
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In a few more days |
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I won't let them get away |
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Cause this is how we come and go |
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With ghosts for memories |
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And memories for ghosts |
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But no one sees anything |
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I drive under the billboards |
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A sight to make my eyes sore |
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And wooden birds fly over |
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Every bright blue corner |
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Yeah, they're going nowhere |
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In a few more days |
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I'll be out of your way |
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Cause this is how I come and go |
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With ghosts for memories |
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And memories for ghosts |
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But no one says anything |
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It don't mean anything |
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No one says anything |
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Cause this is how I come and go |
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With ghosts for memories |
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And memories for ghosts |
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But no one says, no one says, no one |
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Where did everybody go |
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And would anybody tell me |
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If there's something I should know? |
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But no one says anything |
