We've been driving since the winter
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The destination doesn't change
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You know i can still remember
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The day you asked me for my name
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You are thee rock on the riverbed
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Growing smoother every year
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You are the voice inside my head
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I can't believe you got me here
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Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
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And grab the first guitar you see
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And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
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Tonight you're sleeping next to me
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You give me something to remember
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Each time you look into my eyes
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You see through my trouble and my temper
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And you call me out on every lie
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Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
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And grab the first guitar you see
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And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
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Tonight you're sleeping next to me
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Stop The Bus
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| Grace Potter And The Nocturnals |
