One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat
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with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time
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and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky
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but they still try despite what they know is already true
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and tomorrow we'll take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm.
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I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding
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my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old, on a road that never ends.
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Might drive into something that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and I never look.
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Back
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from Hoboken to LA
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from Portland to Gainesville
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from the Great Plains to Niagara
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Route 66 straight to California.
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Electric lights carry the night
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we move in 4/4 time
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our feet on wheels and in the sky.
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Yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here
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and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
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and the rest can burn in hell
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and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
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shot by her mother, her eulogy,
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the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic
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today is just another day.
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And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated.
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Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure.
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So we steal every chance we get
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every advantage is taken when no one's looking
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we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop until
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we are the people we've decided we should be.
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I wanna be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable
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this distance is not something we'll regret
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from here, and now, and then, and forever, and days after that till the very end.
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