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All the days are numbered
Are they slipping through my fingers?
Am I singing melodies all meant for other singers?
Occupying spaces that were clearly meant for others?
Am I growing old in the arms of the wrong lover?
Omaha nights gonna make it alright
Omaha gonna set me free
Empty words I'm speaking
What empty thoughts I'm thinking
Needless green beneath my feet
Between Des Moines and Lincoln
Some folks look for saviors
Some for missing pieces
Some for earthly ecstasy
Some they look for Jesus
Omaha nights gonna make it alright
Omaha gonna set me free
Will we find what we want
Along this finite journey
Is it here that sense appears
Or are we merely learning
That money leads to power
And power to corruption
The only way to heaven mama
Is the power of devotion
Omaha nights gonna make it alright
Omaha gonna set me free
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