This morning, pressed itself into my eyes,
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with so much nameless light, I couldn't catch if I tried.
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And every device, every device, I had, I used but it's no use.
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The distance will get the better of me again.
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'Cause every streets got somewhere to take me,
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and every stranger's got something to tell me.
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I'll take it, or leave it, if I don't, need it.
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And I won't take any, won't take any souvenirs.
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Broken wide, broken lines direct us,
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and highway signs bless us.
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And I can't wait, to get lost, get outta here.
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It's all money over mind, over matter of miles of nothin', nothing here.
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The face is so convincing,
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they make you believe, make you believe in nothing.
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No I can't see it, and I won't, be it.
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And I won't take any, won't take any souvenirs.
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I can't wait, I can't wait.
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I can't wait, I can't wait.
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'Cause every streets got somewhere to take me.
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And every stranger's got something to tell me.
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I'll take it, or leave it, if I don't need it,
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and I won't take any, no I won't take any,
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no I won't take any, won't take any souvenirs.
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Souvenir
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| Something For Kate |
