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all of our heads in the clouds |
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and i remember staying up all night |
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in a haze to the sweetest sounds |
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when i said, |
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delicate to the sights |
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and i can never feel the calm |
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i felt witnessing headlights drive into our eyes |
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when i said, |
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"we're not ready to go back home" |
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breathe in baby |
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i can't touch the ground |
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keep it crazy |
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let the open road bring us back down |
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all of the smoke in our lungs |
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and i remember burning up daylight |
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passing the head of the summer's final sun |
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when i said, |
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"we're not ready to go back home. |
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we're not ready to go back" |
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breathe in baby |
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i can't touch the ground |
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keep it crazy |
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let the open road bring us back down |
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keep on passing the trucks |
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keep on passing the drugs |
