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Walking down some highway midnight |
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North Dakota |
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Somewhere 'round late fall |
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I knew that the time |
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Has come for me |
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I'm willing a million stars above me |
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I tried to catch their fall |
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I tried to catch their fall |
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Inside I felt so empty |
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A stranger to this world so lost |
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And as the winter draws |
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I'm turning north |
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I'm leaving things behind |
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I just don't need |
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The only things in life of worth are free |
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To anyone's who's heard the call |
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And turned and walked away |
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I've traveled too long on my own |
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I've got a dream of home |
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Safe at last... |
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Where are all the answers |
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And visionary wisdom |
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From the stately and esteemed? |
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Just as I thought... |
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Disconsolate |
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I ponder The evil human nature |
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And what it really means |
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For the ones who paved the way |
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No bag of gold can save their souls |
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It's like they never feared |
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But now their end is near |
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The flames start leaping |
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Baby don't it drop you to your knees? |
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The only thing in life of worth is free |
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To anyone's who's heard the call |
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And turned and run away |
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Despite this nasty world |
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I roam Imagine going home |
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Ghost of a chance |