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3 a.m. and sleep must be the last thing on my mind |
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How did it get so late so fast, it still feels like last night |
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Thinking about that sunrise as I turn the keys and drive |
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Thinking about the last time that I really felt alive |
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Staring blankly at that road that stretches far ahead |
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I don't know when I'll get back, or when I even left |
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Think of lines and dreams and drives and hives that I just met |
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All along my eyes they burn while dreaming of my bed |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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Oh, wont you take me home |
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Won't ya |
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Morning strums the chaos dies and still I feel a mix |
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I can't recall what home feels like or if it still exists |
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And this long drive is suicide that never finishes |
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Think of life through every mile and I still smell her skin |
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Now I'm losing track of time in here the suns about to rise |
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Thinking how these moments are the soundtracks to our lives |
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And I can't wait to taste the air of California skies |
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Take me home to all my own, the home that I can't find |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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Oh wont you take me home |
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Take me home |
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Running back into that place from where I ran away |
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Breathing every moment in that soon the time will take |
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Think of all the scars; the stars, the hearts I had to break |
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One day I will find the time I never had to take |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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And it's a long way home |
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Another long day gone |
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Oh, wont you take me home |