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*** Arm To Arm ***
Another fucking day, it's still a nine to five, I swear. I don't want
to reach the top. I don't want to be a millionare. I know that it may
sound crazy, but it's driving me insane. Staring out the window of another
fucking train. (CHORUS)
We're walking arm to arm. I won't follow. Arm to arm. I won't lead. Arm
to arm. Beside me until tomorrow. Arm to arm. You're walking arm to arm
with me. I'm feeling kind of homesick when I smell the old pine tree.
I felt you in the breeze, I close my eyes, it's not so easy for me. Once
or twice, three times a charm. We were walking arm to arm. I wanted that
for so damn long, but now it's gone. I've never been so wrong. Drop me
a line. Tell me everything that I've been missing. Won't you drop me a
line. Tell me where you're gonna be when I get home. 2000 years more won't
end this war, my brother. Half empty, half full. You're pushing, I'm pulling.
Back in '96, sometimes I sit and reminisce. Took the train to Hoboken,
I didn't know it then, but that is when I found my place outisde this
so-called structured life. Married to my only love and music is my wife.
(CHORUS)
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