| I’m racing the sides of the cars
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| Cause they glide when I’m riding through yards
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| But only at night, and I like the night
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| So gone when I’m caught up in things
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| Symbols and Copernicus rings
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| Can’t make the heavy hours, fly
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| I’m far from the streets of LA
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| Shadows of La Corbusier
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| Long arches of reinforced concrete stones
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| Stretch out and tell me what’s good
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| Struck out, but I know that I should
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| Focus and practice
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| This love that I’ve lent you
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| I’m always where you’ve been, but where have you gone?
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| I’m not allowed to know, I’m now allowed to go
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| I’m always where you’ve been, but where have you gone?
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| I’m not allowed to know, I’m now allowed to go
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| I’m floating, I’m losing my hold
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| I’m falling into the unknown
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| San Francisco Bay
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| Somewhere with you
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| Blue eyes from a buffalo farm
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| Symbols and tattoos on your arms
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| Telling me how good, how good you feel
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| I’m cool in my yellow and blues
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| Like Berkeley is still on my shoes
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| You searching the silence for what to say
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| The stations are a mile or more
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| And Oakland is closing its door
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| I know you wish you’d ask me to stay
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| I’m always where you’ve been, but where have you gone?
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| I’m not allowed to know, I’m now allowed to go
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| I’m always where you’ve been, but where have you gone?
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| I’m not allowed to know, I’m now allowed to go |