| I’ve chased this blue moon down all night
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| Have I been gaining any ground?
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| Your picture’s stapled to my dash
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| I’m done killing time in gray ghost towns
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| I’m heading south in search of life
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| The blinding turns, the twisting knives
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| Now I’m just driving straight on
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| I’ll scrape the freezing rain from off this windowpane
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| A couple states from sane, eyes aching, drift, awaken
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| Until the ice bleeds blue, until the green shoots through, until I get to you
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| I’ll brace for your screen door
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| Gravity struck, I rolled downhill
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| Seen depths I’ve never seen before
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| It’s hard to warm against concrete
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| Can’t wrap your arms around a floor
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| So now I beat a fast retreat
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| Back to SLP and your street
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| Can you, can you just hold on?
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| I’ll scrape the freezing rain from off this windowpane
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| A couple states from sane, eyes aching, drift, awaken
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| Until the ice bleeds blue, until the green shoots through, until I get to you
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| I’ll brace for your screen door
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| Living reckless and naive
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| It’s always so easy to leave but then it’s hard to get back
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| I closed my eyes and I looked at you, counted up all of my mistakes
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| Choked some more muddy coffee back and I did my best just to stay awake
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| If I could just stay awake
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| If I could just stay awake
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| If I could just stay awake
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| Don’t know why I left you
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| If I could just stay awake
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| If I could just stay awake
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| If I could just stay awake
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| Don’t know why I left you |