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Those were the days, ask the dust on the road |
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Ask the cobwebs in my room in east St. Paul |
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Two thousand miles seems a long way to go |
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To find out that I can't make it alone, I know I'm fucked |
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This heart's so heavy |
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Ambition broken up, it's been good, it's close, yeah but it's enough |
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Be glad you're not me |
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So I refill the cup, burst of applause as the clown gets dragged by the cuffs |
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Those were the days, ask the dust on the road |
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Ask the cobwebs in my room in east St. Paul |
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Two thousand miles seems a long way to go |
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To find out that I can't make it alone, I know I'm fucked |
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This heart's so heavy |
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Ambition broken up, it's been good, it's close, but it's enough |
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Be glad you're not me |
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So I refill the cup, burst of applause as the clown gets dragged by the cuffs |
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Twin city lights, ten thirty inbound flight |
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Twin city lights, find out what's left, make right |
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Twin city lights punch through the winter night |
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Twin city lights, ten thirty inbound flight |
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Twin city lights |
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Ten thirty inbound flight |
