setting off, the streets unwind
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this concrete timeline
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clears my mind and sight
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trading off the routine i walk
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for open roads
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and unforeseen challenge
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and the seam will come undone
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settle in at highway speed
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i'd rather face unknows
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behind the wheel
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combing out the tangled thoughts
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a realease is only natural
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it holds me up
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comb out
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tangled thoughts we store
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trace out
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what's to come
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bring it on
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lost all sense of time
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(will it rewind the time for us)
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a hundred miles away
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keeping track of days
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through scenery passing me by
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living comfortably
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(the scenery marks the time for us)
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the warmth of a cold floor
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a hundred miles away
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yet somehow it still feels like home
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count down where I've been
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escape rewards me now
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translate what I've seen
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rewards banish doubts
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I'm living well these days
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feel comfort in this rolling home
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a feeling like I've never know exists
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keep pushing on
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I'll hold these days forever
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Concrete Timeline
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| Choke |
