The pressure is too much to take.
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Every bend reaches a break,
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but that's a sore subject.
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It's time to get your head checked.
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You can't keep dwelling on every
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moment that slipped by, because
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with every sunset is a sunrise.
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And we don't know or care where we go,
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just turn up that radio.
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We'll sing along to all our favorite songs
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and hope these interstates will go
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on and on and on.
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[Chorus]
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So long sincerity, escape your mind
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Its your save haven from reality
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but it's okay it didn't mean much anyway
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to me.
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It seems like just yesterday.
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when we would stay up late out on your front lawn
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talking about where we've been and all
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the places we're going.
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we would lose track of time watching
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cars pass us by and I would sneak back
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home before the sunrise
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and how everyday would seem so long
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and every night could go
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on and on and on
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[Chorus x2]
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Still bleeding from these back stabbed scars
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young boys dying in an old mans war
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and your sympathy can't take that away.
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'Cause every night could go
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on and on and on
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so long sincerity, escape from reality. [repeat x5]
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American Classic
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Hidden In Plain View |