There, along the road, was a tiny home
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The yard held dead machines behind its fences
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Like they were its kids
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Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone
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It made me stop and grin
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Light from a dying moon
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It blurs our eyes
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And we wear a cape of fireflies
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And after the world's in bed
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All the ghosts come sing along
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But we'll forget them
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When the morning comes
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And I slept on the ocean last night
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I could see you all, and you all were dancing sideways
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Your feet stuck to the skies
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And I could see the airplanes dance behind your eyes
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And I was glad I found the time
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Along The Road
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Radical Face |