| One night we lay beside each other
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| So close to a sweat
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| With two fans circling overhead
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| We sleep on borrowed time
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| And the traffic lights direct empty roads
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| 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
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| Just like a storm waiting for a calm
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| I can feel everything coming in my chest
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| My heart’s already pounding
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| My head’s on far-off highways
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| Sixteen years old
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| On a road that never ends
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| Might drive into something that looks like a sunset
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| And it lasts forever
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| And I never look back
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| From Hoboken to L. A
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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
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| Her eulogy’s 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
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| always hated
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| Every shortcoming has trapped us
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| 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
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| 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
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| Fucking unstoppable
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| This distance is not something we’ll regret
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| From here, and now, and today, and forever
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| And days after that till the very end
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| And the rest can burn in hell |