| There was cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details.
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| We left them all behind, we left them all behind.
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| There was a place for there was a time for, we arrive to leave again,
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| there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections.
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| I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it
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| meant to me hungry, exhausted and alone.
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| Direction is a point, direction is a purpose, destination is a reason to live…
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| and this makes a heart beat.
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| This could be any day, this could be any year.
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| This could be any stage, this could be any city.
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| All that matters is we’re moving on.
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| The roadside graveyards pass and we escape,
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| we escape, we escape, we escape repeating.
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| And this construction of a nation building up
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| and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again.
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| Trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past to escape those pasts,
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| en route to arrival.
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| We’re never going home. |