| The morning sun hits the city ground with a summer’s kiss
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| And rolls out light red carpets for the wildered residents
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| But tone must be broken and lights must go out
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| Yeah, welcome to my fairytale skies
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| And kids too drunk to know how young they really are
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| The kings and queens of new found scenes singing toxic opera
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| But tone must be broken and lights must go out
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| Yeah, welcome to my fairytale skies
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| And, oh, how I wish you could see all of this
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| Bring the world that you’re on to a stop
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| And if I could, I would come too
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| But there are other ways to love you
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| And the road that I’m on is enough
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| An early bird sings welcome home for lovers now
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| They found each others somewhere
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| Between Town and Whiskey Town
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| He pulled out all the lines
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| She left and let it slide
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| Yeah, welcome, to my fairytale skies
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| And, oh, how I wish you could see all of this
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| Bring the world that you’re on to a stop
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| And if I could, I would come too
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| But there are other ways to love you
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| And the road that I’m on is enough
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| Well, the Vagabond strolls off alone
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| He’s seen and said enough
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| A last sip of pretend champagne
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| And he’s ready to take off
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| He’s got the road before him
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| Oh, where to next he sizes
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| Before I return to my fairytale skies
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| And, oh, how I wish you could see all of this
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| Bring the world that you’re on to a stop
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| And if I could, I would come too
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| But there are better ways to love you
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| And the road that I’m on is enough
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| But I’ll be
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| See, I don’t believe in shortcuts
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| So the rode that I’m on will have to be enough |