Try and try, leave a trace
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And all we ever leave is a sour taste
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You're half asleep when I crash through
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I'm like a drop of water on the dry sand
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I'm a scar across your face
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I'm an itch that's driving you mad
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Highway five
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Takes so much to make us feel like we're alive
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A weary traveler at a smooth seventy-five
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Make pretend the landscape ain't so dry
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Do anything to maintain a lie
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To the left, a beautiful California landscape
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Dead ends in the sky
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And to the right, beautiful mountains rise
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High and dry
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Another futile expression of bitterness
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Another overwhelming sensation of uselessness
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Make pretend that the landscape ain't so dry
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Do anything to maintain a lie
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Make pretend that the lover ain't so barren
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Though in Los Angeles things like that don't matter
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Highway five
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Highway 5
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American Music Club |