| Walking down some highway midnight North Dakota
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| Somewhere 'round late fall I knew that the time
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| Has come for me I’m willing a million stars above me
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| I tried to catch their fall I tried to catch their fall
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| Inside I felt so empty
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| A stranger to this world so lost
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| And as the winter draws I’m turning north
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| I’m leaving things behind I just don’t need
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| The only things in life of worth are free
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| To anyone’s who’s heard the call
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| And turned and walked away
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| I’ve traveled too long on my own
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| I’ve got a dream of home
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| Safe at last…
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| Where are all the answers
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| And visionary wisdom
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| From the stately and esteemed?
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| Just as I thought…
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| Disconsolate I ponder
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| The evil human nature
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| And what it really means
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| For the ones who paved the way
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| No bag of gold can save their souls
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| It’s like they never feared
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| But now their end is near
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| The flames start leaping
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| Baby don’t it drop you to your knees?
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| The only thing in life of worth is free
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| To anyone’s who’s heard the call
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| And turned and run away
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| Despite this nasty world I roam
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| Imagine going home |
| Ghost of a chance |