On the outskirts of expansion
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Looking out from blueprint peak
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The flow is flooding of urban setters
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Panning through rivers running dry
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Numbers roll on in
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Smiling a lottery grin
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A sadness blurs the eye
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It's just a matter of time before they're moving on
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It's just a matter of time before they're moving on
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Doesn't take much time for plans to go wrong
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And chase another ghost of a chance
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In the shadows of chain-store ghost towns
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Where no one walks the streets at night
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A silent nation hooked on medication
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Stares into a blue flickering light
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The young drift off alone
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And the old are whisked away
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And prospects keep looking up
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But the line's getting longer on the lost highway
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The line's getting longer on the superstition highway
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Doesn't take much time for plans to go astray
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And chase another ghost of a chance
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They say deep down inside, lie properties of a healing kind
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If so it'd better come around soon
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And do a little bit of service and repair
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Do a little bit of service and repair
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Do a little more service and repair
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Doesn't take much time for plans to change
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And offer up another chance
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For a little bit more service and repair
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Do a little bit of service and repair
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Doesn't take much time for plans to change
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And offer up another chance
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Service And Repair
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| Calexico |
