| Keeping quiet through the brake check
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| When the bulls leave I’m alone again
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| Got a crew change from a guy I knew in college
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| I’m making new plans
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| I’m catching out of Bethlehem
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| Chasing trains like I’m 19 again
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| Well I got my sights set on LA
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| I’ll swim in the ocean on my birthday
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| Wrapped in a sleeping bag and diesel fumes
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| And the sun through the Cascades
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| It tells me that I’m on my goddamn way
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| Took the North Line on an IM from Chicago
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| Cut through the winter wheat
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| Frozen breath hangs in the dawn out over Whitefish and I’m
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| I’m half asleep
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| I’ll swap out in Wenatchee
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| I’ll ride junk down for the rest of the week
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| Cause I got my sights set on LA
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| I’ll swim in the ocean on my birthday
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| Wrapped in a sleeping bag and diesel fumes
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| And the sun through the cascades
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| It tells me that I’m close
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| Bury me anywhere else
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| I couldn’t die in New Jersey
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| I had to prove to myself
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| That I could outrun the ghosts
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| That I could someday get well
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| I wasn’t always a coward
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| Bury me anywhere else
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| Bury me anywhere else |