Don't hit the lights it's barely sunny out
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I'm not leaving here until the sun beats down on my face
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And pulls me out of bed
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Because I'm not afraid of dying here
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Can we please get lost?
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I can't stand this place.
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I'm not one for celebration,
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When the search party's over we'll be out in california's arms.
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Run away, run away, run away from this town. leave it all behind.
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You know it's coast is calling, it says we gotta get there soon
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From coast to coast we'll drive away.
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Through all these towns we wish we knew how to say.
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The windows down, we feel like kings.
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And with these words we will sing.
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(woah)
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Run away, run away, run away from this town, leave it all behind.
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You know it's coast is calling. it says we gotta get there soon.
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[repeat x4]
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We Feel Like Kings
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| A Rocket To The Moon |
