| They’re relaxed dust in our eyes
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| Or in the blur of enraged city lights
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| My heart’s a world of old woes
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| Some I recall and some that I don’t
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| Only way out’s the way back in
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| I remain on highways and small stages
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| That’ll be the dream for me
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| See my friends on jet planes and big stages
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| And I wave and they’ll wave back
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| It’s all I ask, it’s all I ask
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| I wake up ten years older
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| Same war, the same fallen soldiers
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| Where we’ve been is still where we had it
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| Same place with a different name
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| And the way out’s the way back in
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| I remain on highways and small stages
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| And that’ll be the dream for me
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| See my friends on jet planes and big stages
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| And I’ll wave, and they’ll wave back
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| It’s all I ask, it’s all I ask
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| The only way out’s the way back in |