| I still recall certain road signs
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| Remember clear as day making beelines
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| City to city as on time
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| As a pair of vagabonds could be
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| A one track mind thinking about destiny
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| If it wasn’t clear, well it was gonna be
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| With so much color (n.) on the inside
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| Made it hard to stay between thin lines
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| Station to station
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| And disguised like a hometown celebrity
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| But you were making plans
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| And you were realistic
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| Still you chose to bet on me
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| So if we take this chance
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| We might compose a story
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| Don’t call this happenstance
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| You know what this has become
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| and what it’s supposed to be
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| Fact, fiction and fantasy
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| I found it strange that the device
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| The sudden urge, the charm, and the entice
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| That it would no longer suffice
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| And a change was springing up in me
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| If we are trying hard to be realistic
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| Slide on over closer next to me
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| So glad we took that chance
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| We’ve written quite the story
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| Not close to happenstance
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| You know what this has become and what it’s gonna be
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| Look at how far we’ve come
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| Flip through these countless pages
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| I’m down if you’re the one
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| And this is as real as real could ever be
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| For you and me
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| Indeed
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| I am the car
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| There is a road
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| That leads to your door
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| You are the sidewalk
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| And a long walk home
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| When you want me to I’ll be
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| Everything
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| You’ll ever need
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| And we’ll move
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| At the quickest speed
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| I am the car
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| There is a road
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| That leads to your door
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| You are the sidewalk
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| I am the car
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| And there is a road
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| That you and I know
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| Where love is a long walk
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| And a long walk home |