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Too hot to sleep in this room tonight |
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Just too restless to try |
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I've been folding my prayers into paper airplanes |
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Leaning out the window and watching them fly |
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Music fills the air |
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Waiting for something |
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I know isn't there |
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But there is no shame or sin |
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In saying "Take it around again" |
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Sometimes this all feels like a long slow dream |
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With the years just spilling by |
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Sometimes I think I've given all I can |
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But then I think again |
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And that's a sorry lie |
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Music fills the air |
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Waiting for something |
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I know isn't there |
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But there is no shame or sin |
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In saying "Take it around" |
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"Take it around again" |
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God bless those hearts that never rest |
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Who haunt these roads and rooms |
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May we all pay off our debts |
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And sleep at home |
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Some night soon |
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There's just no brass ring hangin' way out there |
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Just beyond our reach |
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I guess I believe that we are born to try |
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And that I've always had one hell of a ride |
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Music fills the air |
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Waiting for something |
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I know isn't there |
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But there is no shame or sin |
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In saying "Take it around " |
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"Take it around " |
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"Take it around again" |