| Well this life’s stretched out before me
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| The highway shimmering with stars
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| The knowing glances of the runaways
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| That never made it this far
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| I can’t believe she said that we can work it out
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| I thought that we were near the end
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| Gone are the days
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| All the trouble and the doubt
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| This is far from over my friend
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| My lover’s name is music
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| Well she’s held my heart so long
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| Tethered and pulling at the chains of disregard
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| What if all of this is wrong
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| I can’t believe she said that we can work it out
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| I thought that we were near the end
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| Gone are the days
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| All the trouble and the doubt
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| This is far from over my friend
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| And we throw away our prayers up skyward
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| Hoping anyone will hear
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| From storyville to broadway
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| This soul won’t disappear
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| Well i heard that boy in memphis
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| Playing memories and dreams
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| The ghosts of miracles played upon the stage
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| And then vanishing like steam
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| I can’t believe she said that we can work it out
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| I thought that we were near the end
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| Gone are the days
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| All the trouble and the doubt
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| This is far from over my friend |