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Middle of the night not a soul in sight
Just the fruit flies humming in the station lights
I wait I hold on tight
For a ghost train going anywhere but here
On a small town dream I could disappear
I wait, for sleep to bite

And thinking faster than a stolen car
smoking burning tires
I never go far
And like satellites you might confuse for stars
Circle to the start
I never go far, I never go far

Teenage brave with a fearless heart
Like a moonshine runner in a blacked out car
I slip, I cross the line
Like a storm that's brewing in a silent night
Like a guard dog readies for a lightning strike
I shake, I hold on tight

And speeding faster than a stolen car
smoking burning tires
I never go far
And like satellites you might confuse for stars
Circle to the start
I never go far, I never go far

Rewind through the day, everything I said
There's a million miles between, the pillow and the dream

Lose control, roll like a stolen car
Smoking burning tires
Never go far
And crashing harder than a stolen car
Smoking burning tires
Never go far
I never go far, I never go far

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