There's a boy with his head
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Pressed up to the window
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Of a bus heading out of town
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In his breath on the glass
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He draws with his finger
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A map of the roads they go down
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Circles of street lights
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Are the only signal
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That there's people out there in the black
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He waves goodbye, to the town he grew up in
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He knows that he'll never come back
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The night outside is five below
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His heart is pumping blood
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On his lips a perfect smile
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His eyes begin to flood
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Because tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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Tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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The rumble strip clack
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And the rattling frame
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Beat out a pulse on his head
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The engine hums, a humble tune
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A melody of rubber and lead
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Under lamp light glow
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And paradise stars
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An infinity of dancing white light
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He sees that his debt
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Is to experience only
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And not to those who'd plan out his life
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The night outside is five below
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The moon is in the sky
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His heart is full of perfect joy
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He whispers his goodbye
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Because tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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Tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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And tonight he's not gonna come back home
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Oh tonight he's not gonna come back home
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Oh tonight he's not gonna come back home
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Ohhh
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Ohhh
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Oh tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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Tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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Tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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Tonight's the kind of night
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Where everything could change
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Tonight's The Kind Of Night
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| Noah And The Whale |
