| Off the road somewhere I don’t know
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| Soon with you, it’s gonna blow
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| In your car for hours and days
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| weeks and months, windows rolled down
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| Pass small cities and big ones too
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| I brought one promise, not one for you
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| We drive fast, sunsets low
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| Wanna reach the sun, before I get old
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| Deserts and fields, and the pine trees
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| Music my father played me when
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| I was a child just like now
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| I never once thought that feeling could die
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| Those days came and went
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| Then you get taken by life by accident
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| And you wake up somewhere in the shade
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| Overloaded by what you made yourself
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| Have to get the things, the ring, the mind, the wing, the smile and you’re going
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| And I say, off the road, somewhere I don’t know
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| just as long as I feel it blow
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| Deserts and fields, and the pine trees
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| Music my father played me when
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| I was a child, just like now
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| I never once thought that feeling could die
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| Mmmm, that feeling can die. |