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Dream softly tonight |
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Breathe easy the cold air of this life |
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I'm not sure how I arrived |
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at the choices I made but I made them |
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I walk along the grass; it's cold and dead |
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All the cars roar past, they own this world |
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The headlights move fast, they're in such a hurry |
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They light up their paths in a blinding fury |
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And I don't need hope when I just keep on hurling |
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I don't need no love I got plenty of hurting |
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She don't hear my cries echo up through dark skies |
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We all stand in line for the final surprise |
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I've been digging the same old graves |
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From the strike against midnight 'til the first break of day |
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I've been digging the same old graves |
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I've been digging the same old graves |
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Sleep in peace for one night |
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Carry the fire always on the inside |
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Back home nothing has changed |
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Maybe the weather, not the beat of the days |
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And when I'm there at last I'll lay in bed |
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Half way across the map, a whole new world |
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My thoughts will race fast they're in such a hurry |
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They light up their paths in a blinding fury |
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And I don't need hope when I just keep on hurling |
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I don't need no love I got plenty of hurting |
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She don't hear my cries echo up through dark skies |
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We all stand in line for the final surprise |
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I've been digging the same old graves |
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From the strike against midnight 'til the first break of day |
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I've been digging the same old graves |
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I've been digging the same old graves |
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I've been buried before in the city that I love |
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Beneath the sidewalks that I walked and the trains that I rode |
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All the buildings I lived in and the streets that I drove |
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Like a ship I was wrecked in our lake's freezing depth |
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In the place I was born - the jewel of the Midwest |
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Like a ship I was wrecked in the jewel of the Midwest |
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Like a ship I was wrecked in the jewel of the Midwest |
