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Scraping skies with shirts and ties |
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And I can feel you waste away |
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The bets are long, I want to get it wrong with you |
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It's such a goddamn beautiful day |
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To hell with red lights, driving on |
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An open cage, this bird has gone |
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But I can't leave this town if you're not with me |
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If you're not with me |
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I've been fighting boredom and routine |
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I'll trade the white for forest green |
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But I can't leave this town if you're not with me |
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If you're not with me, we'll see |
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Crimson skies, drinking oceans dry |
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Not where the salt paints colors gray |
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It clouds your eyes, take what hasn't died with you |
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I've got a map, sleep all the way, I've got a map, sleep all the way |
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To hell with red lights, driving on |
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An open cage, this bird has gone |
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But I can't leave this town if you're not with me |
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If you're not with me |
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I've been fighting boredom and routine |
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I'll trade the white for forest green |
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But I can't leave this town if you're not with me |
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If you're not with me, I'm lost |
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I marked a place worth going to |
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Cue the brightest moon, kill the city lights now |
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The coast is clear, an amazing view |
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Cue the brightest moon, kill the city lights now |
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We've got your luck to see us through |
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Cue the brightest moon, kill the city lights now |
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We'll keep on running through the warning signs |
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It beats sitting here all the time |
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And at the crosstown, disappear behind |
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The northern skyline |
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We'll keep on running through the warning signs |
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It beats sitting here all the time |
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And at the crosstown, disappear behind |
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The northern skyline |
