| So we get
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| Loaded in the van and drive through the suburbs
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| And we set
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| Out on highway thirty-five to discover
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| What’s the plan?
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| Sliding through the dark in all kinds of weather
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| Where’s the map?
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| One of us is barely holding it together
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| I’ve still got all your basement tapes
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| I’m still hearing you drift away
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| Sing those things that you just don’t say
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| Right to your brother
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| Hide your head in the evergreen
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| Ply your heavenly alchemy
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| Still just living the Big Star dream
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| Live with each other
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| So we tool
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| Down to Kansas City to sleep on a sofa
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| And we’re cool
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| Temporarily cos we’re from Minnesota
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| Later on
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| Walking in the dark with a sweet babysitter
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| On the lawn
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| Talking while inside you made out with her sister
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| I’ve still got all your basement tapes
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| I’m still hearing you drift away
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| Sing those things that you just don’t say
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| Right to your brother
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| Hide your head in the evergreen
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| Ply your heavenly alchemy
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| Still just living the Big Star dream
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| Live with each other
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| Summer diamonds rushing by us
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| Wake me up when we get there
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| I’m still cranking your basement tapes
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| I’m still hearing you drift away
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| Sing those things that you just don’t say
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| Right to your brother
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| Hide your head in the evergreen
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| Ply your heavenly alchemy
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| Still just living the Big Star dream
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| Live with each other |