Extraction Point

You never learn to tell the difference between
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 The probable projections and the best parts of the dream
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 The fragments that stick with you
 The ones you really feel
 Those parts aren't real
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 But high in the cold Midwestern air
 They shimmer before us there
 Almost out of reach but not quite
 Stay up thinking about it all night
 Waited so long for days like these
 I'm tired of living on my knees
 Pull your hair back tight, head right for the extraction point
 And if you don't hear from me, let them all go free
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 I'm on the Kennedy Expressway at dawn
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 Don't know where we got this car from
 I'm driving with the fog lights on
 The angles you don't plan for
 The things you might have missed
 Those things exist
 But under the waxing winter sun
 I feel like we're almost gone
 Just pick a lane and drive right through
 Headed off to freedom with you
 Dreams of the future
 Up in the front of my mind
 Leave a couple dozen bodies behind
 Pull your hair back tight, head right for the extraction point
 And if you don't hear from me, let them all go free