| The building up and tearing down
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| Another laser show. |
| Another scratched up prairie town
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| Listen to the windshield wipers
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| Back and forth against the summer rain
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| Take comfort in the rituals
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| The repetition in the waves of the grain
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| Another frontage road. |
| Another trailer hitch
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| It’s extra for the rollaway so someone better sleep in it
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| This party that we’re going to I betcha you they got something for your pain
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| Take comfort in the rituals
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| The repetition in the summer rain
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| If you get lonely I might know somebody
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| When we hit Denver we’ll have ourselves an extra party
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| She likes the same things we do and I’m pretty sure she’s gonna like you too
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| Leave nothing but the music on her reputation once we move on through
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| The way it washes over you
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| That same old sense of rest stop Deja Vu
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| Saying that you’re pretty sure we’ve been at this rest stop once before
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| Maybe more. |
| Probably more
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| Another motel room
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| Another baseball game
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| Another finer point
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| Another 6−4 double play
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| My eyes are so tired I can’t even recognize these teams
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| Keep on feeling fascination. |
| Alternate real life with lucid dreams.
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| Keep on feeling fascination. |
| Alternate real life with lucid dreams |