| Running around, talking about everything past stateside
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| Moving passed, tripping up, you and I, not implied
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| I think I heard around these parts, that’s where they go to die
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| Where they lay softly in Texan dirt, purified
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| Let’s jump on a train or hitchhike
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| As long as you are there
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| Or hold tight on the back of your bike
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| I don’t really care
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| What if we just stay put
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| (I want to push them all down)
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| Turn off slow down we should
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| (Cause I don’t know any better)
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| Build a house and settle
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| (I want to find a new town)
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| In a good neighbourhood
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| (Could this here get any better?)
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| Wildcat
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| On that chit-chat
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| Does it get any better than that?
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| Long days like an insomniac
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| Miss me and I could double back
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| To Delaware
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| I’m well aware that I could misconstrue
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| Every conversation that I have with you
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| Just wish that I could share this road with you
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| Let’s jump on a train or hitchhike
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| As long as you are there
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| Or hold tight on the back of your bike
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| I don’t really care
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| What if we just stay put
|
| (I want to push them all down)
|
| Turn off slow down we should
|
| (Cause I don’t know any better)
|
| Build a house and settle
|
| (I want to find a new town)
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| In a good neighbourhood
|
| (Could this here get any better?)
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| Let’s jump on a train or hitchhike
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| As long as you are there
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| Or hold tight on the back of your bike
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| I don’t really care
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| Or hold tight on the back of your bike
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| I don’t really care |