we hit the road we had ten hours left on our drive level of sanity going out the window who knows what lays ahead and all i see is the endless headlights flying away you are sick of me ??? imsick of you this one through to turn around to walk away you wi will be leaving but i will be here to stay
one way to go the direction undetermined rand mcnally goes flying out the window with empty bottles and broken spirits the endless headlights are flying away
when i was younger i leapt at the chance now that imolder i wonder if i had it to do all over again would i do anything different way too much time and bullshit on my mind i feel like imfallinf to pieces the smoke surrounds your head you dont wanna be the re i can hear you when you are falling
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