my heart plays a metronome
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and my mind is trying to keep tempo
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though my hands are on the wheel, my feet stomp down
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and the gas burns faster through every yellow light
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and i wonder if i went even faster than this speed,
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would my mind just stretch to the point where the pressure wrinkles my face
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either way i go, i will still gain a year
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never would i had thought i'd write so deep
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but considering that in this state that i thought this night
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i will drift to sleep to the applauding rain
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and i'll attempt to remember the dream i'll have
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it could take days till it eventually turns into deja vu
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and i know i'll roll over and extend my arm as though
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here we'll toast to unfamiliar faces
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in dreams richmond does this to me
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to us and this map uncharted
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in dreams richmond does this to
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460 To Nowhere
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| Race The Sun |
