Brought this van and we filled it up with
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mindless dreams and lots of broken hearts.
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Drove all night as we searched for freedom
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in a rusty cage of rusty self control.
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Close your eyes. Forget that fucking valentine.
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I'll miss it one more time. Cause I'm on tour again.
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With bloodshot eyes. Another coke and Ballentine.
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I feel just fine. Cause I'm on tour again.
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Almost sleeping as we hit the city of
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tomorrows worries and tomorrows fears.
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As we pull over to check our routing
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it seems like something was completely wrong.
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Close your eyes. Forget that fucking valentine.
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I'll miss it one more time. Cause I'm on tour again.
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With bloodshot eyes. Another coke and Ballentine.
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I feel just fine. Cause I'm on tour again.
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I try to pretend.
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I try to hold your hand.
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A 1000 miles away you're trying to pretend
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that this is the end.
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Close your eyes. Forget that fucking valentine.
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I'll miss it one more time. Cause I'm on tour again.
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With bloodshot eyes. Another coke and Ballentine.
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I feel just fine. Cause I'm on tour again.
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Close your eyes. Forget that fucking valentine.
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I'll miss it one more time. Cause I'm on tour again.
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With bloodshot eyes. Another coke and Ballentine.
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Well I feel fine and I don't mind, I don't mind at all.
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1000 Miles Away
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| Gob Squad |
