| I broke down on the 101
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| I wandered into town
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| I bummed a smoke and got some gas
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| When I turned back my car could not be found
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| There go my plans, I get lost for a while
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| There goes my day, get lost for a while
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| Now I’m walking and I’m starting to feel out of touch
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| I guess I must’ve taken too much
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| Now my dreams are spun
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| Falling constellations
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| and my mind is starting to run
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| And I’m stuck here in Ukiah with no one
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| I heard there was a nut-house here, in the 1970s
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| After Jamestown they burned it down and
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| they set all the patients free
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| There go my mind, I get lost for a while
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| There goes my day, get lost for a while
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| Now I’m laughing and the streets are covered in flames
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| And the kids here are the same
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| And It’s plain to see real is subjective
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| on a road with infinite lanes
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| And I’m stuck here in Ukiah once again
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| Winds are blowing, night is slowly moving in frame
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| And I’m stuck here in Ukiah once again
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| I’ve been walking and I’m walking and I’m starting to feel out of touch
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| I guess I must’ve taken too much
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| Now my dreams are spun
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| Falling constellations
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| and my mind is starting to run
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| And I’m stuck here in Ukiah with no one
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| They could love you, they could love me somewhere someday
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| But for now I’m in Ukiah on the run |