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We were crawling through valleys, yeah we were swimming in mud |
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you in your rusty chains, me in my lead coat |
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Weary and tired of always running around |
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chasing the taproot of sorrow down the rabbithole |
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We were standing on the ledge, just trying not to look down |
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You with your feather in your hand, me with my parasole |
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I want to feel the air, I want to fly like a bird |
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I want to get the hell out of here |
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somebody catch me, catch me |
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The endless story of how we survived the lowlands |
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and this unlikely road, unraveling like thread |
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Slouching in the shadows, hanging of off barstools |
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we traded tales of our little wars |
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I knew I could trust you, so I let you listen singing in my glass |
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along with the jukebox. |
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it was the maiden voyage of that little leaky boat |
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Me with my stormcloud you with your albatross |
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It's starting to get cold, do you remember which way is east |
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do you remember which way is home? How'd we get here? |
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The endless story of how we survived the lowlands |
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and this unlikely road, unraveling like thread |
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Watching the years fly past the carwindows |
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making us dizzy like a barrel of moonshine |
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of these highways running around, you had a dream we were traveling soldiers |
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dragging our burden over the Rockies |
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the battle of ann arbor, the battle of 6th street |
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It was all figured out, our flawless getaway plan |
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you in your flashy clothes me in my broke-down car... |
