| I was lost for a while in a mirrored hallway of a high-rise hotel
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| Umbrella drink in my hand, sitting down
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| Saw ten thousand me’s, numb cocaine teeth in their chattering mouths
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| Thought about home, thought about death, thought about moving south
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| Rodeo wind blew in, now the candle’s out and everyone’s scared
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| Call my broker, sell everything, I want to be prepared
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| Heard the cavalry cry of my girl for the night when I entered her
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| Sounded so fake, always feels fake, finishes and then it feels worse
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| Every hallway has a camera
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| Every hallway has a camera don’t you know
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| They never let you open the window
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| They never let you open the window
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| Smoke signals of thought, white ribbons of loss
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| High above the tree line, they cry out
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| I froze up for a second on the pyramid side of the Las Vegas strip
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| My brother hunched over in the bushes getting sick
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| Security knew took one look and threw us out
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| Life’s not fair
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| I tried to die young with my true love, ended up a millionaire
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| The mechanical world, a loud sound you’ve never heard that’s always there
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| Radio’s trailing through the desert, keep driving until you disappear
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| We made a gentlemen’s pact: no stopping, no looking back
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| Lace those shoes
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| Take the first step
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| Take the next step
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| That’s a boy!
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| It is never too soon
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| All that you keep is the journey, all you keep are the spaces in between
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| It’s not the fresh start or the ending
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| All that you keep is the journey
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| Smoke rings round my thoughts
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| Blue ribbons at the dawn
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| High beyond the tree line we pass out
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| Smoke signals of thought, white ribbons of loss
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| High above the tree line they cry out |