This town looks so different at Midnight
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I've never seen her streets so subdued
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I drove out here to remember
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That's seven bucks I won't get back soon
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I know you don't wanna hear it because it's so cliche
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but I just wanted to tell you how much I've thrown away
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and I'll admit it's unhealthy and someday I'll pay
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but I just wanted to indulge myself today
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walking through the front door and swearing I won't be long
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unlike the man whose been them since he got back from nome
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My regards to the cold wind I wanted to feel numb
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but now I just want to talk to someone
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I'd like to drive a little longer and listen to the static
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but when am I not being over dramatic
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When the lights of Lyons come into view
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I'll be home asleep and can forget of you
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Midnight in Canandaigua
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| Dreams From Gin |
