| Green pins where you want to go
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| White pins where you’ve been, there isn’t even ten
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| Your already feeling old
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| Pretty faces stare back from a magazine stack
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| That you read when you’re feeling bored
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| Look through a telescope lens it doesn’t make sense
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| You think you’ve been there before
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| Some far off feeling, some up close kind of ache
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| A wide screen reason to look the other way
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| There’s a place by the lake that you go when it’s late
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| In the summer when the crowds are gone
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| You sit all alone with your thoughts getting stoned
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| Just waiting for some peace to come
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| Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you liked
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| For a minute then it all felt wrong
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| So you change it again all your clothes, all your friends
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| It’s the same as it ever was
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| That far off feeling, that up close kind of ache
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| Some wide screen reason to look the other way
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| It’s the road that you paved over Indian graves
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| And you wonder why your dreams are crazed
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| So you cling to wife, your kids and your life
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| There’s nothing that your gonna save
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| Put the razor to your face, hot water for a shave
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| Kill the shadow of yesterday
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| Clean shirt, clean pants, clean slate, second chance
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| You’re going by another name
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| Some far off feeling, an up close kind of ache
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| That instant karma always comes too late |