| This is the place that I miss the most but
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| This town is full of ghosts and I
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| Always feel like I am inside the throat of the devil here
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| And I can’t I can’t hide
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| It’s the press of unseen stress and
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| Days that drift and days that stretch and
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| For no reason I can catch I’m in danger honey now
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| Invisible
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| It’s all around me
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| Time is winding down
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| So loudly
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| Give yourself a kiss if you can
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| Stay with it
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| Could you stay with it all night
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| Run me dry like a dragonfly you
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| Take me up water tower hill yeah
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| Locked up tight on a dripping night
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| You were out there somewhere still
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| Light pretends to feel my face and
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| Time tries to fool me
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| Well there’s a tract house over this mountain top
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| That can hear me coming round
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| Closed doors
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| Boarded up houses
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| Half racks by the railroad track and
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| Those days are over now
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| You can never turn back
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| By the time I surround this place I’m
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| All out of malice
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| I’m falling into a state of grace
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| That I can’t get out of
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| Bundled up against the elements I know
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| Time tried to fool you too
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| I’m climbing back over that picket fence
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| As the snow starts falling down down down
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| Little bells ring
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| Machine sparks sing
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| I’m going nowhere in december
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| See if I can fly
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| Fly it all night
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| All night all night long
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| I’m picking up I’m going strong
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| I keep pushing all night all night long
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| I’ll sing it loud my one chord song
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| I can fake it all night all night long
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| These tracks go on and on and on
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| Yeah I can ride them all night all night all night all night long
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| Into the garden city I’m on the rise |