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Seatbelt locked to collar bone |
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It's digging into skin |
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In the backseat of the passenger |
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I caress my hands with the wind |
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It almost feels like I'm floating |
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High above the headlights |
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On this winding road |
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And that's when I know |
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When was the last time I felt right? |
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When was the last time I jumped in? |
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When was the last time I fell down? |
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When was the last time I helped? |
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It almost feels as though I'm born again |
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I can't remember anything |
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It's just not there |
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Sometimes I feel the earth move |
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When I'm staying still |
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It feels like nothing else |
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That you've seen or heard or felt |
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Like watching falling stars |
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Wondering how far they fall |
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Sometimes I shut my eyes |
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But I still see the light |
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When was the last time I felt right? |
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When was the last time I jumped in? |
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When was the last time I fell down? |
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When was the last time I helped? |
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It almost feels as though I'm born again |
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I can't remember anything |
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It's just not there |
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Sometimes I sway |
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You make me think so fast |
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My brain fights to see if it outlasts my heart |
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My brain fights to see if it outlasts my heart |
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My brain fights to see if it outlasts my heart |
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My brain fights to see if it outlasts my heart |
