| We followed signs and artificial lines
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| For a tinted sky where the sun always shines
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| We’re palm tree tall, close my eyes and I won’t fall
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| My hands trim the air but my feet can’t feel the floor
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| We carry on through a wasteland
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| We drive on, drive on
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| We leave it all by the wayside
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| We drive on, drive on
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| You’re so close to me
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| But it won’t mean anything
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| If it feels like heaven but it looks like hell
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| I can close my eyes to see
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| Doesn’t mean that much to me
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| 'Cause it feels like heaven but it looks like hell
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| Pulled apart the city without a heart
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| How I mourned our loss with my fingers crossed
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| The sad delight, we don’t smile but we never fight
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| How we learned to ignore what we needed to know
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| And leave it all by the wayside
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| And drive on, drive on
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| You’re so close to me
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| But it won’t mean anything
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| If it feels like heaven but it looks like hell
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| I can close my eyes to see
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| Doesn’t mean that much to me
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| 'Cause it feels like heaven but it looks like hell
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| We carry on through a wasteland
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| (We drive on, drive on)
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| We leave it all by the wayside
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| And drive, oh
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| You’re so close to me
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| But it won’t mean anything
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| If it feels like heaven but it looks like hell
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| I can close my eyes to see
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| Doesn’t mean that much to me
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| 'Cause it feels like heaven but it looks like hell |