Lincoln Avenue
pearlzepfan
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I go walking by the airport with a ticket to my home
Yes, I'm walking by the airport with a ticket back to my home
It's getting so cold outside, and I've never felt so alone
I look out of my window to see the snow falling on a tree
I look outside my window and see the snow falling on a tree
And I have to wonder if that tree's looking right back at me
To never have to worry 'bout anything is what I dream about
To never, never, never worry 'bout anything is all I think about
All my thoughts and feelings come from deep inside my self-doubt
Well, I'm stranded in this airplane, I put my sunglasses on
I'm stranded in this crowded place, I put my dark sunglasses on
I don't want no one to see me until I'm completely gone
It's Sunday morning and those church bells ringing in my ears
It's Sunday morning and the church bells ring out loud and clear
Somewhere, someone's talking about me, but I'm nowhere near
All the little children are sleeping in their beds
All the little children are at home sleeping in their beds
I'm worn and wasted and I forgot the last thing I said
How peaceful it must be to be that young again
Oh, how wonderful it must be to be so, so young again
I used to be just like them, but I don't remember when
Yes, I'm walking by the airport with a ticket back to my home
It's getting so cold outside, and I've never felt so alone
I look out of my window to see the snow falling on a tree
I look outside my window and see the snow falling on a tree
And I have to wonder if that tree's looking right back at me
To never have to worry 'bout anything is what I dream about
To never, never, never worry 'bout anything is all I think about
All my thoughts and feelings come from deep inside my self-doubt
Well, I'm stranded in this airplane, I put my sunglasses on
I'm stranded in this crowded place, I put my dark sunglasses on
I don't want no one to see me until I'm completely gone
It's Sunday morning and those church bells ringing in my ears
It's Sunday morning and the church bells ring out loud and clear
Somewhere, someone's talking about me, but I'm nowhere near
All the little children are sleeping in their beds
All the little children are at home sleeping in their beds
I'm worn and wasted and I forgot the last thing I said
How peaceful it must be to be that young again
Oh, how wonderful it must be to be so, so young again
I used to be just like them, but I don't remember when
"I'm a thief, and I dig it"
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