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Oh, tiring city |
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leave it from time to time |
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people with things in their ears |
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cuttin me off in line |
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get on the long yellow highway |
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need to get the hell out |
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assholes, assholes, assholes |
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always stacking up |
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oh jilted lover |
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why won't you leave me be |
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why must you grind your axe against my fruit bearing tree |
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oh lonely mountain, quiet, peaceful, and green |
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out here in isolation don't hear no ambulance screams |
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oh bitter friend |
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envious of others jobs |
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envious of others freedoms |
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gotta work hard to find your sweet spot |
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devoted my whole life |
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nothing came by luck |
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your dad paid for your college |
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my dad gave me five bucks |
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oh endless sessions |
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down here at Ellis and Hyde |
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my elbows at the desk |
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I listen and scrutinize |
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come home lay down in bed |
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drum loop stuck in my head |
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try to shut my brain off |
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and hopin that stalker again |
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oh lonely wrecker no longer has a home |
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only money comes when I get out on the road |
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oh lonely ocean why must I cross |
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to end up in Puerto Real, Spain |
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where I turned and I tossed |
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oh lonely singer lies here awake |
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looks at the clock |
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flipping through the black book |
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relearning songs that he's forgot |
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oh eager fan |
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follows me show to show |
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if I have a good night |
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I might come out and say hello |
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oh patient lover |
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waiting by the phone |
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I call her from my layover |
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and tell her I'm coming home |
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scattered lights of south San Francisco |
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sparkle like diamonds |
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when the night is black |
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and my airplane is downward gliding |
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oh love I missed you |
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lie down next to me |
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sway with me like the ocean |
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til I fall into a deep long sleep |
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oh dandelion coming up |
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from the ground |
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I reach for a notebook |
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write down some words |
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and try to wind down |