| The open road for travelers' souls
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| They once were lost, but now they’re gone
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| A long, long time ago
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| A neighbor’s love, so fit the mold
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| They once were young, but now they’re old
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| It’s not yet time to go
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| And it’s the way that we will forget ourselves
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| And it’s the way that we will for no one else
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| And it’s the way that we will put pressure on our bones
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| That we never leave alone
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| Amen, amen
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| Maybe it’s time to grab the past
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| And make it last all through the year
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| To keep our lives afloat
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| The system’s changed from far to planes
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| I once was wild, but now I’m tame
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| Hate to fly alone
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| And it’s the way that we will forget ourselves
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| And it’s the way that we will for no one else
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| And it’s the way that we will put pressure on our bones
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| That we never leave alone
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| Amen, amen
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| And lately it’s a song
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| So maybe I am wrong for now
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| And it’s the way that we will forget ourselves
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| It’s the way that we will for no one else
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| It’s the way that we will put pressure on our bones
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| That we never leave alone
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| Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen |