| Well I rode a while, for a mile or so
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| Down the road to the 18th Avenue
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| And the people I saw were the people I know
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| And they all came down to take a view
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| The path was dark and borderless
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| Down the road to the 18th Avenue
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| And it stung my tongue to repeat the words
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| That I used to use only yesterday
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| Meanings just dropped to the ground
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| I tried to remember what I thought
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| And what I used to say
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| Don’t let me go down, no don’t let me go
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| Oh my hands were tied as I struggled inside
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| The empty waste of another day
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| Memories were blank to my eyes
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| The fire and the glory of that night
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| Seemed safely locked away
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| Too hungry to rise, too hungry to
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| Well I rode a while, for a mile or so
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| Down the road to the 18th Avenue
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| And the people I saw were the people I know
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| And they all came down to take a view
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| The path was dark and borderless
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| Down the road to the 18th Avenue
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| But my head felt better as I turned the car
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| And the airport slowly came to view
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| «One mile» Said the sign
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| I checked my bags and made it straight to end gate 22
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| Made it just in time, boy you’ve made it just in time |