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WANDERLUST

The night is kind of windy
And I hear a far off train
The wanderlust is in me
And the highway calls my name

Sometimes I hate this time of night
When my thoughts won't let me be
And a feeling like there's nothing right
Makes me write sad poetry.

Well I'm off to Arizona,
Or just maybe Tim-Buc-Tu
Or any old Utopia,
And your invited too.

I'm waiting now for something,
And I know it's not a ride,
I know there's no use running,
From the fears I have inside

I've got responsabilities,
But I know the real load
Is a vision of futility
On a long and lonely road
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