| The road bends long, like mother’s arms
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| Reaching for these four black tires
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| And through the night, our knuckles tight
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| We knock off miles and yellow lines
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| And when it all comes in it’s the biggest thing
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| It’s the blooming night in the white of your bright blue eyes
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| And when it all goes past, it’s the fastest wind
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| And we make it, we make it, we make it
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| And we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that
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| And we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to
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| Crash
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| The road comes round, it’s a curving crown
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| And our tired temples try and wear it proud
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| Cause you get away from all you made
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| All the kid’s mistakes you were taught to make
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| But we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that
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| And we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to
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| Crash
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| At last we stop when the night comes on
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| And i drive into you, like i’m driven to do
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| And when we then lie still, i still feel
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| The road go, and them spinning wheels…
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| (the minutes dropping off, the miles are dropping off…)
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| (obedient kids, obedient kids, look what we missed, being obedient kids…)
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| (we go by a million minds, we go by a million dreams, a million silent buried
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| seeds
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| We go by a million lives, we go by a million streets, million silent buried
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| seeds…)
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| (we are seeds…)
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| And we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that
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| And we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to
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| Crash… |