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Identification, Please

When you're driving in your car
Or you look out the window
Outside your room
And you watch the streets slide by
Past the trees go trucks and trains
On a ribbon in the sky
Lights suspended in the wind
As they soar above the town
Headed for the big light

Hudson County by the coast
Of all the places in New Jersey
It's the one I love the most
I would take you there if you would understand
That I've bartered away my life
I'm looking for a sign
Things just haven't gone the way I planned
You can tell me by the sand in my eyes

I've got my hair down in my eyes
And I'm talking to someone I hardly know
I've been locked outside your room
And the sign said to please go home
I've been wandering for an hour
Reading every single sign
Until my body fades away
And then I'm going back home

To Hudson County by the coast
Of all the places in New Jersey
It's the one I love the most
I would take you there if you would understand
That I've bartered away my life
I'm looking for a sign
Things just haven't gone the way I planned
You can tell me by the sand in my eyes

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