| A mild wind
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| Through the windows
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| Soft beams darkening the shadows
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| The smell of cottonwood trees through alpine
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| The temples breathe and glow into the hillside
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| I feel a tear in my stomach
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| I twist the wheel, you’re parked there in the last part
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| I turn around and shift into the third gear
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| Looking back, up to the front mirror
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| If you can drive, I wanna ride back to the beginning
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| If you can drive, I wanna ride back to the beginning
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| I follow close, to your tail lights
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| A little voice has questions on the short drive
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| I kept my mouth shut
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| Just focused on the pavement
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| It all felt natural, pretending that you’re fake-dead
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| And that ain’t broke, like sirens on the war scene
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| Sharp fingers clawing at the dead meat
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| I close my eyes, but couldn’t stop from staring
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| I didn’t just die, devoured by a nightmare
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| If you can drive, I wanna ride back to the beginning
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| If you can drive, I wanna ride back to the beginning
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| If you can drive, I wanna ride back to the beginning
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| If you can drive, I wanna ride back to the beginning
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| Tell me, I don’t want a life to end
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| Now or never
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| Here in life forever, to a song
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| Why you took a place in heaven
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| Leaving everything around to fade
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| The silence here without you
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| The silence without you
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| The silence without you |