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the air here tastes like poison |
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the traffic moves on broken roads |
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the river runs like silver |
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my own feelings let me down |
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she's 14 and she's fading |
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there's a wasted year for |
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every train that passes |
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she is leaving someday |
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someday never comes |
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this road is poison |
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walk me to the wheels |
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i fear for my life |
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this road is poison |
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lovers coo goodbye |
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singing don't forget me boys |
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tired of waiting in the cheap seats |
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she is haunted by her failure here |
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the river runs like silver |
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my own feelings let me down |
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she's 24 and feels it |
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like a wasted year |
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for every day that passes |
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she is leaving one day |
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one day never comes |
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this road poison |
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walk me to the wheels |
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i fear for my life |
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this road is poison |
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lovers coo goodbye |
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singing don't forget me boys |
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in monday morning houses down |
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through gravel yards and dirty smoke |
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to somewhere on the sky line |
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what i feel is still the same |
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she's 40 and afraid that there's |
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a wasted life for every town that passes |
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she is leaving here but |
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nothing here remains |
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this road is poison |
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walk me to the wires |
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i fear for my life |
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this road is poison |
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lovers coo goodbye |
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singing don't forget me boys |
