The highway is a foggy knife
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Through night time hills I stand flickering
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At my brother's side
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And he says words I want to hold
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Seventh day adventers collide
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Cry soft in the night
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Metamorphose
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If she sounds like you
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She's your daughter
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Wobbling in gray with sweaty palms
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You shall be released, you shall be released
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The Highway Is A Foggy Knife
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| Dirty Projectors |
