I know we're headed for the open road.
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Don't know where to go.
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We've got our separate ways in the same direction Getting nowhere slow.
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We saw the end was coming, the credits rolling in
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A few hundred miles back
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Oh but our horizon tends to be deceiving
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You never quite know where it's at.
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CHORUS
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Baby can we just pretend we're not telling lies and this ain't ending.
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No talk no time no goodbyes.
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Nothing left of expectations just you and me and impulsive creations,
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With an alibi.
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If a moment is precious for it's brevity
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Then this one's good as gold.
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It's a compromise of little white lies
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The truth remains untold.
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CHORUS
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Do what you will but don't go darlin'
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No story ends before it's started
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Final words and we'll be on our way
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One last thing my dear departed
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Save tomorrow for the broken hearted
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Don't let it break today
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Pretend
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| Sara Bareilles |
