All the time you were keeping me straight I was bleeding powers
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In my mind it was never too late, and the days were hours
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And sure the waves still make spray at the old sea wall...
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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Let's go down to the old South End, where we used to meet
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Take me back to the basements and alleys on Walbridge Street
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Ah, but it'll only make me sadder when I can't conjure ghosts no more
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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All the time you've spent working away, well you've done more than your part
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All the times you only wanted your say, not their slings and darts
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And still you couldn't let them drown in their own hate no more
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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And you still see people waiting for the next excuse for war
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
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Bleeding Powers
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
