| Crept up on me just like yesterday
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| In the traffic at the light not creeping
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| But running to important places to see important faces
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| I’m just not there
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| I don’t know where I’m going next
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| But I hope to hell it’s not so blank and grey
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| Suited in old fluorescent lights
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| I want to be able to dream at night
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| Can’t feel pierced when I look at the stars
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| When we’re glued to a screen and we don’t see far
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| I know it’s easy to lose that meaning
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| Just give me a tank of gas
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| Some good conversation
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| A blown out speaker
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| I’ll take you to the train station
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| We can talk about tomorrow when we’re younger |