The Turnpike Down

I'm lost in the see-through.

Pane always needs a bath.

Between a want and a need to,

Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path.

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My country was of thee

Now why'd you have to leave

How'd this come to have to pass

Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path

Mark my path, mark my path down.

Mark my path, mark my path down.

Mark my path, mark my path down.

Mark my path, mark my path down.