| Driving a soft window
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| Down a coastal road
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| Like a windless moan
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| And the heaven is
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| Half awake
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| Half asleep
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| With deaths architecture
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| And Madalyn O’Hair
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| His final hours on earth
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| On my mind
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| And the last i heard you had to leave
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| Had to get away from the scene
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| Step out on the road
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| Dreamin' on a little dream
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| We get lighter for every day
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| 'Til we finally drift away
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| Where we decide to spread our weight
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| Is all that really matters
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| The thing is…
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| The thing is
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| there is toxic down here
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| Like the trees i reach for good air
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| The thing is
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| It don’t matter what you bring
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| This is why we sing
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| The thing is…
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| I’ve been trying hard
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| The thing is…
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| To forget
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| The last i heard you had to leave
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| Someone called it a scene
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| You stepped down out on the road
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| Had to dream a little dream
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| And the world came tumbling down
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| As they see you coming 'round
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| And there’s always something to pay
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| Is there any other way
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| And the road was like gin to me
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| Hand to mouth perpetually
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| 'Cause if you stay too long
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| You will see
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| The blind stitches of misery
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| And it is as close as we’d ever get
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| Thing is I am still trying to forget
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| Heading straight for the blue moon
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| Nothing can ever be too late or too soon
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| My brothers and I and a dear dear friend
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| Left the country with ashes for the wind
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| After twelve years in the attic
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| Plus two days straight driving
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| The thing is…
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| This is it
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| The thing is…
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| This is it
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| You’re bad but your children will be worse
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| My oh my
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| We’re in Spain
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| Greeted by biblical rain
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| And this is it
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| The smuggled remains
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| Of half the blood in my veins
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| And we drove on through the night
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| steer on the right
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| And there are two kinds of cruel I believe
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| One along the see
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| And the other one with a wave
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| Real life through every day
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| Come on now
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| Spread the love
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| 'Til we finally
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| Drift away |