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let's leave tonight, one last time, before it gets too cold, just one more round, in that tourist town, with another home for sale, and then one more year, becomes one more year, and you'll forget me soon, i fear, through the crooked roads, and the static codes, on the hotel radios, broken down, again, so steal the wire, from the rain, miles away, and it won't play, not another sound, 'til you say, you're okay, and the motor starts, its cold and vicious heart, moves me close to you each day, and when i arrive, my god, you'll be surprised, by all the lines that changed, and one more year, becomes one more year, and the lights become less clear, so let's meet the road, tonight we'll drive back home, forget the hotel radios, broken down, again, so steal the wire, from the rain, miles away, and it won't play, not another sound, 'til you say, you're okay