| Foghorn Town, where the flowers can’t bloom
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| The girls and the boys are beautiful and doomed
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| Dead ends all around with nothing for to do
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| One of complacency, but they thought me a fool
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| Find another state of mind
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| Where the knowing lives in a feeling
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| Oh, this town is a dreamer’s mind
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| Draw your own line into being
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| Things unsaid, regurgitated mess
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| Whip your head and try to shake off regret
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| Fortune’s for the bold, don’t get too comfortable
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| Life ain’t paradise, it’s a pair of dice so let 'em roll
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| Find another state of mind
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| Where the knowing lives in a feeling
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| Oh, this town is a dreamer’s mind
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| Draw your own line into being
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| Ain’t no sin in dreaming
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| Not a fool for believing, it’s true
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| Nothing wrong with wondering
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| Wondering is a game that I’ve discovered in you
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| Find another state of mind
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| Where the knowing comes from feeling
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| Oh, this town is a dreamer’s mind
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| Draw your own lines into being
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| Find another state of mind
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| Where the knowing comes from feeling
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| Oh, this town is a dreamer’s mind
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| Draw your own lines into being
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| Find another state of mind
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| Where the knowing comes from feeling
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| Oh, this town is a dreamer’s mind
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| Draw your own lines into being |