| On the road like Kerouac, packed in a van full of Bukowski’s
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| In the desert in November, there’s so much out there I’d like to see
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| But the silence in the canyon, feels just fine with electricity
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| And in this harsh environment well, even the devil gets his sympathies
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| So I dig on down into the dirt
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| Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we’ve been building on
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| Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals
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| Then all I found was, were these songs
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| Just old songs, they’re never quite right but they’re never quite wrong
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| Old songs, just old songs
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| They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home
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| And the city lights and stars just fight, so in the dark is where I’d rather be
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| Far away from all the left and the right wing televised tragedy
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| And it’s easy not to pick a side, when it’s just all a compromise to me
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| But ain’t it all just a fucking lie, when you come to find they put a price on
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| free
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| So I dig on down into the dirt,
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| Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we’ve been building on
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| Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals
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| Then all I found was, were these songs
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| Just old songs, they’re never quite right but they’re never quite wrong
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| Old songs, just old songs
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| They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home
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| We’re throwing grenades in small spaces just to save face for an argument
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| But it’s all just a brass polish on a sinking ship the point has missed my
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| friends
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| And I’ve been holding my breath for longer than I’d like to state
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| So I exhale a bitter smoke of just about well everything
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| So I dig on down into the dirt
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| Past the surface and the hurt, just to see what we’ve been building on
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| Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals
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| Then all I found was, were these songs
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| Just old songs, they’re never quite right but they’re never quite wrong
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| Old songs, just old songs
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| They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home
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| All these old songs |