| Ignore the wreckage on the shoulder
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| I cross the border into new jersey
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| Where a dotted line from my antenna says
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| May no fantasy hold my head up
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| Just another day in the polar vortex
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| Do I do my thing and just keep my head down?
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| Or do I eclipse back to Atlanta no
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| May no fantasy hold my head up
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| Nor may no memory fold my head in
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| Cuz I don’t know how
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| But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
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| Cuz I don’t know how
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| But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
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| In the night when I feel your absence
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| Like a dotted line across my shoulder
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| Like a silver vision across the desert
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| May no memory hold my head up
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| Now
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| The endless night and I lift my head up where
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| Beyond my window a thread of light lives
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| With Manhattan island on the horizon
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| No, may no memory hold my head up
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| Nor may no fantasy fold my head in
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| Cuz I don’t know how
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| But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
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| Cuz I don’t know how
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| But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
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| Cuz I don’t know how
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| But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
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| Cuz I don’t know how
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| But I’m thinking it’ll all work out |