| Well I hope I’m making my way with each note
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| I’ll pull together the pieces I wrote
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| There isn’t a doubt I’m on my way down
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| We get up, we get out, and we go
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| We’re making our way to the coast
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| Together we found out
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| That all we lost was a little hope
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| But for now we’re fine
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| Because we’re following our own road
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| Yeah, if we ever hit the ground
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| We’ll get right back up
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| Just like we’re doing now
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| And in the city of strangers
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| We’ll be waking up the neighbors
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| And it’s too early to go home
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| With all this pressure building up
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| We never learned our lesson
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| Now we’re stuck
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| With only two days left and our eyes are sore
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| In a hotel room in Baltimore
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| We’re making our way to the coast
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| Together we found out
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| That all we lost was a little hope
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| But for now we’re fine
|
| Because we’re following our own road
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| Yeah, if we ever hit the ground
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| We’ll get right back up
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| Just like we’re doing now
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| And in the city of strangers
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| We’ll be waking up the neighbors
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| And it’s too early to go home
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| Let me tell you
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| We’ve all been there before
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| Yeah, if we ever hit the ground
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| We’ll get right back up
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| Just like we’re doing now
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| And in the city of strangers
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| We’ll be waking up the neighbors
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| And it’s too early to go home |