We've started not knowing where this winding road is leading us.
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Left up to our discretion, no track record to base it on
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the sites we set, aiming at our regrets
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Stuck in traffic, with my friends as passengers when we get hit and flip over.
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Nothing but glass and blood caught in my hair.
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I wish that I was anywhere but here.
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In my mind as I lay dying suddenly I can see
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that you were everything to..
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Meagerly started out again, I can't remember why or when.
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Last chances came and now they're gone, if you were a switch
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I'd turn you...on the sites we set, aiming at our regrets.
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I'd turn you...on the sites we set, aiming at our regrets.
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Stuck in traffic, with my friends as passengers when we get hit and flip over.
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Nothing but glass and blood caught in my hair.
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I wish that I was anywhere but here.
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In my mind as I lay dying suddenly I can see
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that you were everything to..
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We've wasted no time at all.
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These streets aren't how i recall.
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This asphalt pillow hurts my skin, your shoulder is much more
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comfortable but it sure breats sheets made of satin that I'd lay on at my funeral.
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Stuck in traffic, with my friends as passengers when we get hit and flip over.
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Nothing but glass and blood caught in my hair.
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I wish that I was anywhere but here.
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In my mind as I lay dying suddenly I can see
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that you were everything to..
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As I Lay Dying
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| Halfwayhome |
