| Dream softly tonight
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| Breathe easy the cold air of this life
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| I’m not sure how I arrived
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| At the choices I made but I made them
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| I walk along the grass; |
| it’s cold and dead
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| All the cars roar past, they own this world
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| The headlights move fast, they’re in such a hurry
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| They light up their paths in a blinding fury
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| And I don’t need hope when I just keep on hurling
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| I don’t need no love I got plenty of hurting
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| She don’t hear my cries echo up through dark skies
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| We all stand in line for the final surprise
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| I’ve been digging the same old graves
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| From the strike against midnight 'til the first break of day
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| Sleep in peace for one night
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| Carry the fire always on the inside
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| Back home nothing has changed
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| Maybe the weather,
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| Not the beat of the days
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| And when I’m there at last I’ll lay in bed
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| Half way across the map, a whole new world
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| My thoughts will race fast they’re in such a hurry
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| They light up their paths in a blinding fury
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| I’ve been buried before in the city that I love
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| Beneath the sidewalks that I walked
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| And the trains that I rode
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| All the buildings I lived in and the streets that I drove
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| Like a ship I was wrecked in our lake’s freezing depth
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| In the place I was born — the jewel of the Midwest
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| Like a ship I was wrecked in the jewel of the Midwest |