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telling tales of abandoned buildings
       in the rain
              places we'll never own
       memories we'll never know.

we scuttle under floors
and question the meaning of rail lines
you tell me about places you got to get off
           or the rail men'il get ya.

i only remember that one is in dallas
as i shuffle over cliff faces
    and question the authority of private property
         my hands are muddy from going on all fours
         under the bushes.

i missed you this weekend
like i been miss'n you my whole life.
     but that don't stop the sun from shining
      or me from rambl'n
           or it from setting.

ever since that fire, those stars
and that kiss in michigan in '02.

playing life by ear under bridges
and across city canopies.
i imagine you doing the same across plains
    riding your harley
      through the midwest.

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