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dreaming at the wheel and i began to pray i made a paper crane and it flew away i mean why would it stay here in between two big towns if it's only waiting to be shot down i waited till it flew out of sight crawled into a bed and settled down for the night i ended up spending three years in between the sheets the whole time shivering cold and on heat i grew so tired of waiting with nowhere to go that i just fell asleep at the crossroads my good luck charm just up and left leaving me here feeling drunk and bereft i'm so sick of staying here with no one i know that i'll just be sleeping at the crossroads