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The mountains surrounding |
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Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave |
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I'll stay far away |
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But to keep my place |
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I want to write our names on a culm bank's face |
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Our hands only shake when we cross state lines |
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I've made hundreds of mistakes |
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And peace with dying in my sleep |
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That's what's right for me |
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While the kids back home will leap |
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To the riverbeds below Market Street |
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The mountains surrounding |
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Haunt the boundaries only mentally |
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Never set free |
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You know where I'll be |
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There's a time a place |
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When and where they'll bury me |
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Our hands only shake when we cross state lines |
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I've made hundreds of mistakes |
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And peace with dying in my sleep |
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That's what's right for me |
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While the kids back home will leap |
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To the riverbeds below Market Street |
