| Days in motion
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| From the west coasts to the ocean
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| Mainline to the sunset
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| As we’re sitting in the van
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| We’re heading out to mainland
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| Age is nothing but a number
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| The difference in experience that we relate
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| Well the distance from where the heart lies
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| Between the words and sometimes
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| It’s a meaning to interpret and relate
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| And a moment in explosions, like looking out the window
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| As we’re passing by the places out of state
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| A conversation
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| Ending in frustration
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| I never saw the faces
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| Before it was too late
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| Indecision
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| Is better than compliance
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| Questioning the motives
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| Before it turns to hate
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| Well the distance from where the heart lies
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| Between the words and sometimes
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| It’s a meaning to interpret and relate
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| And a moment in explosions, like looking out the window
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| As we’re passing by the places out of state
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| A seconds chance to get things right
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| Transition between the dark and the light
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| Coming home to the same things
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| Leaves me wanting more
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| Well the distance from where the heart lies
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| Between the words and sometimes
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| It’s a meaning to interpret and relate
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| And a moment in explosions, like looking out the window
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| As we’re passing by the places out of state |