| 'all roads run from this one'
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| Said a buckled up seat on the bus
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| But we chuckled off at the next stop
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| And nobody came after us
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| We blinked at our freedom
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| Took a right at a no-turn-on-red
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| When we were younger we never got older
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| We laid on the breaks then sped
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| By the swallowed up barns
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| Past the farms and the big fields
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| The sun comin' up in our eyes
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| Days were blackbirds charging up on a wire
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| Nights were the fourth of july!
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| Somebody said 'out there
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| In the hole there’s a miracle cure'
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| While they rattled off all the side-effect scripture
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| We dressed up and fell off the earth
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| Into satellite lanes
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| Past the plains and the great lakes
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| The wool pulled down over our eyes
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| Days were blackbirds charging up on a wire
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| Nights were fast-forward rewind
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| Nickels in the fountains
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| And the lobbies among the downtowns
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| We sleep next to monsters we’re hopin' to kill
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| When the glory days come back around
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| And we find our old movies
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| On the floor of the attic
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| The scenes shuffle by in our eyes
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| Days are blackbirds charging up on a wire
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| Night are the rest of our lives |