Time for the final bow,
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Rows of deserted houses,
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All our stable mates highway bound.
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Give us our measly sum,
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Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly,
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Starting out, with nothing but crippling doubt.
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We'll rest easy justified.
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Suffered a swift defeat,
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IĄŻll endure countless repeats,
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The gift of memory's an awful curse,
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With age it just gets much worse,
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But I won't mind,
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I won't mind,
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I won't mind,
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I won't mind.
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Stable Song
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
