| Distant thoughts inside my head
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| Headlines that I’ve casually read
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| Nothing good can be spoon fed it’s obvious
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| I’m taking off into thin air, if I never land I don’t care
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| As long as I am happy there, I’m there to stay
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| And the shadows are growing longer with the evening
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| I can hear a melody from far away
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| Drums are pounding, guitars slowly grieving
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| As the sun sheds it’s last light upon the day
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| Melodies mysterious, the music is to serious
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| Chalk it up to experience and wander on
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| Seasons change but don’t inspire the words
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| That work but aren’t for hire
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| They’re hanging off the thinning wire that is my brain
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| And the shadows are growing longer with the evening
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| I can hear a melody from far away
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| Drums are pounding, guitars slowly grieving
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| As the sun sheds it’s last light upon the day
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| I feel it till I strike a note
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| That’s sure to set my head afloat
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| With remedies, anecdotes I’m needing
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| As I head through space unknown
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| I’ll take my first few steps alone
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| And hope that I’m not plain out prone and broken
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| And the shadows are growing stronger with the evening
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| I can hear a melody from far away
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| Drums are beating, guitars slowly grieving
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| As the sun sheds it’s last light upon the day |