| There’s a breakdown on the runway
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| And the timeless flights are gone
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| I’m a year ahead of myself these days
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| And I’m locomotive strong
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| My city spread like cannon fire
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| In a yellow nervous state
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| I can’t cut the ties that bind me To horoscopes and fate
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| And I won’t break and I won’t bend
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| But someday soon we’ll sail away
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| To innocence and the bitter end
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| And I won’t break and I won’t bend
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| And with the last breath we ever take
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| We’re gonna get back to the simple life again
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| When we break out of this blindfold
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| I’m gonna take you from this place
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| Until we’re free from this ball and chain
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| I’m still hard behind the eight
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| My city beats like hammered steel
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| On a shallow cruel rock
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| If we could walk proud after midnight
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| We’d never have to stop |