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. |
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There's a thousand black cars |
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Driving around in my blood stream |
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I'd have to take a thousand pills |
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To find out where their headlights lead. |
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Is it cold New York? |
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Is it freezing in your bed? |
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Because I caught a deep chill |
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When I went over the Hudson again. |
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. |
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It's alright, counting city lights, |
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Where the Turnpike divides, |
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Waving goodbye to my former life. |
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. |
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I don't want to be a self-medicator |
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But it's hard to sleep when you're born to run. |
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I'm sick of living life in the Garden State Trap |
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But all the roads are pointing home again. |
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. |
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Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me |
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And my only job is to walk around |
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until I fall down at its feet. |
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Maybe home is just the place you can never escape: |
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From the Camden City graves |
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to the edge of the Palisades |
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. |
| [01:28.67] |
It's alright, counting city lights, |
| [01:33.61] |
Where the Turnpike divides, |
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Waving goodbye to my former life. |
| [01:37.23] |
. |
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I don't want to be a self-medicator |
| [01:40.17] |
But it's hard to sleep when you're born to run. |
| [01:42.36] |
I'm sick of living life in the Garden State Trap |
| [01:45.05] |
But all the roads are pointing home again. |
| [01:50.24] |
. |
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And I'll be counting the city lights |
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Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by |
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And I'm left behind, standing on the shoulder |
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of the Jersey Turnpike. |
| [02:19.40] |
Buildings seem to rise like coffins full |
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of stars getting buried in the sky. |
| [02:26.84] |
You want to laugh and dance, |
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to be free? Well, alright |
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. |
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|
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I've been thinking |
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about those days I wanted to sleep |
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And you'd wake me up just before you'd leave |
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And I'd fall back into a dream: |
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Walking in fresh city snow |
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that you'd never seen |
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And I'd never leave your side. |
