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Sitting here drinking again... thinking back on how simple it used to be. |
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Can it ever be that way again? |
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I'm drinking this one to my friends. |
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Looks like they'll be here till the end. |
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Till the bitter end. |
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What are dreams for, anyway, without the guts to live your life that way? |
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We are the highway kings. |
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Chasing our destinies. |
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Cruising through a timezone as the world stands still. |
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Harvest moon in a desert sky. |
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Making good time as we pass it by. |
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Wherever this road takes us, it was meant to be. |
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We're already home. |
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What are dreams for, anyway, without the guts to live your life that way? |
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What are songs for, anyway, without the guts to live your life that way? |
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Learned to let go of the things we can't control. |
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Left em behind and followed rock and roll. |
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We found a new way of life. |
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Forever till the end of time. |
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But never getting old. |