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Well I'm heading back to pack a bag
To head out on the road
To take away what I know is mine
And I'm running down and past the yellow house
With Joe into the breeze where no one seems to care
And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small
Against the sky tonight
Well stories of an open light
And every time we work ourselves up into a rage
We smash and grab
And pull the handle no one says but everybody
Wants to be the one just climbing out
And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small
Against the big sky tonight
Tonight, yeah
And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small
Against the big sky tonight
And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me on again
And I'm feeling so small
Against the big moon sky tonight
Tonight, oh
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