| Somewhere, back in the good old days
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| I missed the last train home
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| Mastered more than a million ways
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| To turn my soul to stone
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| I have taken love, I have taken trust
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| Given little in return
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| I have held a match to my careless dreams
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| Stood and watched them burn
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| You can walk this world in a long straight line
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| Never taste the tears
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| You can let the thrill of just one more lie
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| Chase you through the years
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| And on that final day, when they lay you down
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| What will you have to show?
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| Will there be someone there to say goodbye
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| When it’s time to go?
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| On that final day, when they lay you down
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| What will you have to show?
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| Will there be someone there to say goodbye
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| When it’s time to go?
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on
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| Drive on, drive on
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| Don’t look back, drive on |