| All my daydreams are disasters
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| She’s the one think I love
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| Rivers burn then run backwards
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| For her, that’s enough
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| They all come from New York City
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| They woke me up at dawn
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| She walked with me to the fountain
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| She held onto my arm
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| Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
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| Shake my baby and please bring her back
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| Cause death won’t even be still, caroms over the landfill
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| Buries us all in its broken back
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| There’s a man of conviction
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| And although he’s getting old
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| Mr. Browning has a prediction
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| And we’ve all been told
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| So come on back from New York City
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| Roll your trucks in at dawn
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| Walk with me to the fountain
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| And hold onto my arm
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| Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
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| Shake my baby and please bring her back
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| Cause death won’t even be still, caroms over the landfill
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| Buries us all in its broken back |