| Rows after rows of passenger planes
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| Headed out again, running all in vain
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| Motel blues, only bad news
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| I’m never looking for you
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| You’ll find me all the same
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| I lay awake at night envisioning
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| A trace from the past
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| This heavy heart of mine, it never fails
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| To bring me right back
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| Now I see us walking down Cedar Lane
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| Slow in the sunshine, fast in the rain
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| Time moved, so swiftly all of those days
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| I still remember how you used to say
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| «Something good will come out of this»
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| Coast after coast, cities and states
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| My world’s an empty map where nothing remains
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| The place we belong is quietly gone
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| While we were making plans, it drifted away
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| I lay awake at night envisioning
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| A trace from the past
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| This heavy heart of mine, it never fails
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| To bring me right back
|
| Now I see us walking down Cedar Lane
|
| Slow in the sunshine, fast in the rain
|
| Time moved, so swiftly all of those days
|
| I still remember how you used to say
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| «Something good will come out of this»
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you?
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| How could I break away from you? |