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作曲 : Don Mitchell/Auyon Mukharji/David Senft/Harris Paseltiner |
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This is my first rodeo |
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I'm holding on tight |
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To the rope |
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Don't know which |
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Way this will go |
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An aisle at the convenience store |
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Shoelace gray lottery floor |
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It feels like I've been here before |
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The clerk is a man behind glass |
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Behind his eyes is the past |
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Behind him the local news broadcast |
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There are only two ways you can go |
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Away from or back to your home |
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So I picture a gigantic road |
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Where everyone walks to the sun oh |
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This is my first rodeo |
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I'm holding on tight to the rope |
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Don't know which way this will go |
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I happened on breakfast downstairs |
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My mom and my brother are there |
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Cinnamon toast in the air |
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The dogs are out back in the snow |
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TV, the clock radio |
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Everything talks in its home |
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As the months are zoomed too far in |
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These pages are pages I've read |
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And the places are places I've been |
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Oh |
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And today is the same as the rest |
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But sure it's shaped nonetheless |
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So I stand up and drop off my plate |
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Push out the door to the front gate |
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And I'll ride a bus out of town |
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I feel my feet moving me down |
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The bus lifting up off the ground |
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Then the thoughts come |
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And go for awhile |
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The parking lot fades into sight |
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The path to the beach in the streetlight |
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The door pulls the bus driver's hand |
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The curb pushes up to the sand |
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I step into an alien land |
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Oh |
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Where the sand brush and |
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Snow dunes descend |
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And ice water ocean begins |
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And I think I can see to the end |
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The winging the light in the wind |
