| I lie in a field, in the trailer-park of my dreams
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| Saving up for someday
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| But what does someday mean?
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| And I’m young but I let it slip on by
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| I’m co-dependent and I’m not in side
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| And you, you look like freedom
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| You look like the avalanche I need
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| The avalanche I need
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| And there’s a road, leads away from here
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| And every day I stand in place and watch it disappear
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| And there’s a bird, circles in my mind
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| Security’s the whore in me that never lets me fly
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| And you, you look like freedom
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| And you, you look like change
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| You look like the avalanche I need
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| The avalanche I need
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| With your sunburned soul
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| And your hunger for the road
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| I’m snowblind and I’m crying after
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| Like nothing else matters
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| When you go down take me
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| When you go down, yah, make me
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| I got a hunger you could feed
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| And I know it’s a fine line divides
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| The place I’m looking for and what’s inside
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| And I know it’s a long, long way
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| Through the outskirts of everyday
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| And you, you look like freedom, you look like change
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| You look like the avalanche I need
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| The avalanche I need
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| Avalanche |