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when the fever's gone and the rose to dust, i touchdown sunday to tie the loose ends up with a pocket full of that gypsy stuff. i heard you calling me, through the dissonance - i've been known to run, just to feel the rush.
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i've run the highest wire - i've laughed, smiled, cried and been called a liar. i thought to myself, win, lose or fail - i won't let this train derail and when i find myself, i'ma bring it on home.