Burnt trees on a snowy pass
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All my friends are far behind
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I’m stuck with you tonight
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But I’d be better alone
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So come on wheels take me far away
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Where I don’t have debts to pay
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I can’t count on yesterday to find the way home
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I know it happens all the time
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But they don’t have my back
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So I’m never looking back
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Plumes of smoke rise high above
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Burned bridges lost in luck
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I guess it’s all because
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They’re found on the fault
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On sandy ground
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Foundations can’t be found
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And all the stores of change were thrown in my face
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I know it happens all the time
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I heard them talk behind my back
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So I’m never looking back
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Never Looking Back
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| Matt Costa |
