| Walking down Main Street
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| Getting to know the concrete
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| Looking for a purpose from a neon sign
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| I would meet you anywhere
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| The western sun meets the air
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| We’ll hit the road, never looking behind
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| Can you deny, there’s nothing greater
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| Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
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| Saint Genevieve can hold back the water
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| But saints don’t bother with a tear stained eye
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| Seeing traces
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| Of the scars that came before
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| Hitting the pavement still asking for more
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| When the hours don’t move along
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| Worn out wood and familiar songs
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| To hear your voice is not enough, it’s more than a shame
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| Can you deny, there’s nothing greater
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| Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
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| Saint Genevieve can hold back the water
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| But saints don’t bother with a tear stained eye
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| Like the man said
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| Rode hard and put away wet
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| Throw away the bad news, and put it to rest
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| If learning is living
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| And the truth is a state of mind
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| You’ll find it’s better at the end of the line
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| Can you deny, there’s nothing greater
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| Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
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| Saint Genevieve can hold back the water
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| But saints don’t bother with a tear stained eye
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| Sainte Genevieve can hold back the water
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| But saints don’t bother with a tear stained eye |