Was it a dream? I wanna know
I was in the lowland where all the old folks go
I wasn't here, I wasn't home
I was pickin' static up from a broken radio
You just leave me at the station
And you can rest assured
That I'll be back sometime
This time next year
I pack my bag, you get the door
Here's a stack of tokens for my friends on Baltimore
The look on your fa
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