You're looking in the mirror on your wall
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When it's getting way too late
there's nothing on the
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[Field recording from prague subway station]
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She swings on the front porch
and sweeps her days
Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim
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Put the pedal to the metal
Started talking
to a couple of wedded strangers
sitting down
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light shines through darker days
eyes close and lose their way
slip
The windjammer's pickin' up, with the old man's Virginia Blend,
Cuttin'