Well I rode a while, for a mile or so
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Down the road to the eighteenth avenue
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And the people I saw were the people I know
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And they all came down to take a view
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Oh the path was dark and borderless
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Down the road to the eighteenth avenue
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And it stung my tongue to repeat the words
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That I used to use only yesterday
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Meanings just dropped to the ground
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I tried to remember what I thought
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And what I used to say
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"Don't let me go down" no don't let me go
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Oh my hands were tied as I struggled inside
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The empty waste of another day
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Memories were blank to my eyes
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The fire and the glory of that night
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Seemed safely locked away
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Too hungry to rise. Too hungry to
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Well I rode a while, for a mile or so
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Down the road to the eighteenth avenue
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And the people I saw were the people I know
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And they all came down to take a view
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Oh the path was dark and borderless
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Down the road to the eighteenth avenue
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But my head felt better as I turned the car
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And the airport slowly came to view
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One mile said the sign
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Checked my bags and made it straight to end gate 22
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Made it just in time, boy you've made it just in time
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18th Avenue (Kansas City Nightmare)
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| Cat Stevens |
