| You’re never far away from my mind
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| Always too far away to see
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| Controlled explosions wreck the train line
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| Just can’t believe the coast is clear
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| I get this feelin'
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| It’s such an itch, itch
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| You’re somewhere out there in a landslide
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| All hope just slippin' through like sand
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| Telephone lines down in a rainstorm
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| And I’m like a ship moored on dry land
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| I get this feelin'
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| It’s such a bitch
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| You’re always far out in the midrange
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| All around the state boundary spillage signs
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| Somebody burnt down all the pylons
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| And your my passport past these mines
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| I get this feelin'
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| I wanna hitch
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| Hitch a ride on your smile
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| Hitch a ride on your smile
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| Hitch a ride away from here
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| Hitch a ride on your smile
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| Hitch a ride away from here
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| I get this feelin'
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| End of the tunnel light just blinds me
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| While you weep like a willow tree
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| Send out distress signals to find me
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| They shine so hard so why can’t we?
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| I get this feelin'
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| Wanna hitch
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| Hitch a ride on your smile
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| Hitch a ride on your smile
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| Hitch a ride away from here
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| Hitch a ride on your smile
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| Hitch a ride away
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| I get this feelin' |