Well I'm changing all my strings
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I'm gonna write another travelin' song
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about all the billion highways
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and the cities at the break of dawn
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I guess the best that I can do now
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is to pretend that there is nothing wrong
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and to dream about a train
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that's gonna take me back where I belong
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Well now the ocean speaks and spits
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and I can hear it from the interstate
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and I'm screamin' at my brother on a cellphone
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he is far away
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And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
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ever will feel like today
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until we're parking in an alley
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just hoping that our shit is safe
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So I go back and forth forever
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All my thoughts they come in pairs
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Oh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't,
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I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
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Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
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I guess you call that paintin' in a cave
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And there's a word I can't remember
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and a feeling I cannot escape
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And now my ashtray's overflowing
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I'm still staring at a clean white page
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Oh and morning's at my window
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she is sending me to bed again
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Well I dream the dark on the horizon
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I dream the desert where the dead lay down
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I dream the prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
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I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
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And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud
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So I will find my fears and face them
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or I will cower like a dog
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I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
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I will fight like hell to hide that I am giving up
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Another Travelin' Song
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| The Bright eyes |
