| I’ve got some bridges to burn
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| Brought us to the morning
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| I need a compass for the call to chase the Eiffel without crew control
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| I got some pages to turn
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| Tired of chasing corporate
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| All I’ve gotten for it is the thought that we can never call our own
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| This could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| This could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| I’ve got some bridges to burn
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| Over-telling stories
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| This Koolaid’s gettin' boring as the songs we sing weary ever-thin
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| And if the odds hold true then I hope to see us through
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| I wish the stars could collide
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| I want a place to lay my head so bad I need an answer
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| This could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| This could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| Redine all circumstance, baby all circumstance
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| Cuz this could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| I’ve got some bridges to burn
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| Tired of chasing corporate
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| All I gotten for it is the thought that we can never call our own
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| This could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| This could be our only chance, maybe our only chance
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| And if the odds hold true then I hope to see us through
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| I wish the stars could collide
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| I want a place to lay my head so bad I need an answer, answer
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| I need an answer
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| I need an answer
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| I need an answer
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| I need an answer |