| I’m in a parking lot by myself
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| It’s quarter to nine and I’ve been here since 5:45
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| Oh, there’s no one but I can see some flickering lights
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| I can hear some dogs barking in the back yards
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| And I smell gasoline
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| I wish the sky were open 'cause if there weren’t those trees
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| I think I could see for miles
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| The city is just beyond those clouds
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| I guess this is what it’s like to be really down
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| And holding out for something
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| Remembering the warm nights
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| Remembering the open arms of two years ago
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| Oh there’s nothing like this parking lot
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| And seeing the stars in morning
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| 'Cause I can see them from where I’m lying
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| I can feel the cold pavement against my skin
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| It’s tingling. |