| So fast that it all blurred
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| The days and nights with no end
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| Lines and lights outstretching
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| I’m always stuck watching where you’ve been
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| One point to last
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| We’ll make due with what we have
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| We moved too fast
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| We’ll get lost without a map
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| Taking turns taking turns
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| To forget where we’re from
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| Every direction is something new
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| When you’d rather die young
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| Tired of the same old bruises
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| Of being content with content
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| And if it won’t come to us
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| Then we’ll have to go to it
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| We have our youth and everything we need
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| Never stop moving or get used to routine
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| We don’t need anything else
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| If we get lost, make maps ourselves
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| The most important things I owned I sold to you
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| I dug my hangs in pockets until there was nothing left
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| With all that you have
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| What’s keeping you here
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| The most important things I owned I sold to you
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| I dug my hangs in pockets until there was nothing left
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| With all that you have
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| What’s keeping you here
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| Our lives entwine, but I won’t contribute to your fear
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| Our lives entwine, but I won’t contribute to your fear
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| Our lives entwine, but I won’t contribute to your fear |