| Dominion Road is bending
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| Under its own weight
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| Shining like a strip
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| Cut from a sheet metal plate
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| 'Cause it’s just been raining
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| Jane even reached the point where she knew
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| What he meant before he opened his mouth
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| He couldn’t say the same
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| Or he’d have guessed she was moving south
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| With one of his friends
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| But he’s getting better now
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| He found it in him to forgive
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| He walked the city
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| And he found a place to live
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| In a halfway house
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| Halfway down Dominion Road
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| And he watched Jane’s brother sell the house —
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| He felt no sense of loss
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| More like a mountain climber
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| Looking back having made it across
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| The steepest phase
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| Oh, but he’s still climbing
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| See him trying to cross the street
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| He tests his footing
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| Like he was up ten thousand feet
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| Above the the clouds
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| Halfway down Dominion Road
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| But he’s getting better now
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| He rests his head on the window sill
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| He watches the city
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| He can see the antennas in the hills
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| From a halfway house
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| Halfway down Dominion Road
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| Halfway Down
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| Halfway Down
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| Halfway Down Dominion Road
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| Halfway Down
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| Halfway Down
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| Halfway Down Dominion Road
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| Dominion Road |