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A ROAD OF FORKS

I’LL NEVER GO ROUND AGAIN

WE WANT AS MUCH

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

TURNED A CORNER

THAT’S THE TICKET

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

LUMP IN MY THROAT

BEFORE THE GOING GETS GONE

THIS PLACE IS FULL OF SPIES

TAKE THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD

BE SAFE TOGETHER IN THE IGLOO AND LAUGH

NOR CAN IT BE CONTAINED IN WORDS

THE BORDERLESS LANDS WE ALL GRAZE ON

IN A DREAM ARE ALL THE CHARACTERS REALLY YOU?

TRYING TO SWING A FULL TIME RIDE