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Had a plan, from the time that I touched down |
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That I'd tame this stinking town |
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Show the world just how I fly |
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Squeeze a promise out of lies |
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I've got a map of the stars and a rental car |
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Two Jones Sodas and this beat up guitar |
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And I'm just tryin' to fit in |
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Just me and the world 'til death do us part |
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Lost in a town with freaks and no heart |
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But I'm transfixed in |
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Oooh, a map of the stars |
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So this plan said a prophet to my face |
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You won't make it in this place |
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Well the weak they fall and drown |
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Walk the streets sleep on the ground |
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Got a map to a place of many dreams |
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That get crushed to smithereens |
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Should have known when I arrived |
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It's made hopeless by design |
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Had a map of the stars and a cup made of tin |
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Lost in a town covered in sin |
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Who can be in....a map of the stars |
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How could I be in, believed I be in |
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Way out of reach down on Satellite Beach |
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You can see them |
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Straight down the hole with a piece of your soul |
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You can be them |
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Freeway never takes me home |
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So I fly between them |
