| I don’t know where to begin
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| There’s too many things that I can’t remember
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| As I disappeared like a trend
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| In the hum of the five in the early morning
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| And now I’m taking my time
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| Up through Coalinga, through the valley
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| This highway lived in my mind
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| It takes me back to the place that made me
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| Was I in your way?
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| When the cameras turned to face you
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| No room in frame
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| For two
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| You cannot outrun a ghost
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| Speeding southbound lanes with abandon
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| It catches you on the coast
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| Or on the cliffs of the palisades, you killed the engine
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| And then it hovers above
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| Reeling bodies failing to discover
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| The thing they once knew was love
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| Raising their voices to convince one another
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| Was I in your way?
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| When the cameras turned to face you
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| No room in frame
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| For two
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| How can I stay
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| In the sun, when the rain flows
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| All through my veins?
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| It’s true
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| And I guess it’s not a failure we could help
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| And we will both go on to get lonely with someone else
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| With someone else
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| Was I in your way?
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| When the cameras turned to face you
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| No room in frame
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| For two
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| How can I stay
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| In the sun, when the rain flows
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| All through my veins?
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| It’s true
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| And I guess it’s not a failure we could help
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| And we will both go on to get lonely with someone else |