Theress a magazine called sunset
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And a tape machine that won't let
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Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
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Let's take a map across your pillow
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And breathe the sky in through your window
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I'll stay in the middle
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And watch your books cave in
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Oh, maybe you're my inspiration
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Just lead me to some new sensation
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I'll make a little guide
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We can follow
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Cause there's a magazine called sunset
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And a tape machine that won't let
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Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
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Or I'm a future fall out standing
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In the present race I phantom
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There's a magazine
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There's a magazine
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Oh there's a magazine
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Oh yeah
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Or I'm a future fall out standing
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In the present race I phantom
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There's a magazine
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And a tape machine
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That's everything
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There's a magazine
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And a tape machine
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Oh that's everything
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Oh yeah
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Magazine Called Sunset
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Wilco |