| If you’re heading for the coast
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| Hearing voices up ahead you
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| Who am I to let you go
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| You’re a wrecking ball
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| Can you kiss me slowly?
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| We can turn the headlights off
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| All our friends & all their voices
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| Falling silent in the car
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| And do you remember?
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| The fog was lifting
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| Tigers on trains, watching you go
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| Head in the glass, fogging up the window
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| And you’re never gonna come back
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| Not much for you here
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| You’re never gonna come back
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| It’s alright, It’s alright, it’s alright
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| Now you’re heading for the show
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| All your memories through a broken telecaster
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| Would you be here in the Fall
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| And a long December
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| Pull me closer
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| Say this time is for the ghosts
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| And I’m buried in the rocks, dear
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| If you’re leaving let me know
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| Is it in the papers?
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| Is it in your bloodstream?
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| Oh, Oh, Oh
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| Tigers on trains, watching you go
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| Head in the glass, fogging up the window
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| And you’re never gonna come back
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| Not much for you here
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| You’re never gonna come back
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| It’s alright, It’s alright, it’s alright
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| Oh, It’s alright
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| Oh, It’s alright
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| Oh, It’s alright
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| Oh, It’s alright |