(Verse)
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20 miles south of Providence
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My truck comes to a halt
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Riding for days without ending
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Oh foolish heart, making some assaults
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One more encounter impending
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(Chorus)
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But when siren lights are candled
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And leads me through a door
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There is nowhere else I¡¯d rather be no more
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Touchdown in Providence
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(Verse)
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Blue lights are flickering
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The motion picture machine
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Provided me sound and a vision
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Hesitating, I¡¯m staring at the screen
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Is this a curse or a blessing?
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(Chorus)
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But when siren lights are candled
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And leads me through a door
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There is nowhere else I¡¯d rather be no more
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Touchdown in Providence
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(Verse)
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I grew up in the dark and cold
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Country way up north
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A place full of checkers
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No papers
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I believe what I was told
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We travelled back and forth
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Yet we always step in the same river
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(Chorus)
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But when siren lights are candled
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And leads me through a door
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There is nowhere else I¡¯d rather be no more
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But when siren lights are candled
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And leads me through a door
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There is nowhere else I¡¯d rather be no more
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Touchdown in Providence
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Providence
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