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1 A.M., the club is closing down. It's been a long day |
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We're on a great big road trip from coast to coast |
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The map is in our hands, wave goodbye and off we go |
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Tell you what we wanna do |
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This adventure is our history, we're out here on our own |
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Whoa, here we go |
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We'll never get there, we'll never get there |
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If we didn't, who would care? |
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6 A.M., the sky is turning light. Wish I could go home |
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LA to Salt Lake in one long night |
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The sun is coming up but my body feels cold inside |
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What am I doing? |
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This adventure is our history, we're out here on our own |
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Then there are times when |
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I feel so alone and no one knows who I am |
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Then there are times when |
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The only thing I wish for is a friend |
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Then there are times when |
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The kids we meet mean more to us |
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Than we ever thought they could |
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Whoa, here we go |
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We'll never get there, we'll never get there |
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If we didn't, who would care? |
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Driving all day, driving all night |
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Asking for direction, should've taken right |
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Sleeping on the floor, driving through the snow |
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A sweaty, smoky venue at every single show |
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El Diablo is our home ooo |
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Still one question: where'd the time go? |
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Whoa, here we go |
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We'll never get there, we'll never get there |
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If we didn't, who would care? |
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Whoa, here we go |
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We'll never get there, we'll never get there |
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If we didn't, who would care? |
