| There’s a driftwood sign at the end of the bar
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| With an «X» on a map that says, «Here's where you are»
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| With bright colored arrows with miles and degrees
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| That point to wherever home used to be
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| We come and we go like the tide
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| And we’ve all got our own reasons why
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| We’re all here, 'cause where else would we go
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| When the world tips sideways, it’s just where we roll
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| Where that crazy train ran out of track
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| Where we all jumped off and never looked back
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| On a buzz, on a binge, on a dare
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| On a whim, on a wing, on a prayer
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| Yeah, maybe we’re all here, 'cause we ain’t all there
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| Naw, we ain’t all there
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| At the end of our ropes or the end of the line
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| Got a few loose screws, got a couple too tight
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| We’re anchors and sails, we’re tattoos and scars
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| We’ve all drifted out just a little too far
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| We were born bein' misunderstood
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| So we got here as fast as we could
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| We’re all here, 'cause where else would we go
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| When the world tips sideways, it’s just where we roll
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| Where that crazy train ran out of track
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| Where we all jumped off and never looked back
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| On a buzz, on a binge, on a dare
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| On a whim, on a wing, on a prayer
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| Yeah, maybe we’re all here, 'cause we ain’t all there
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| We ain’t closin' down anytime soon
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| If you wanna come howl at the moon
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| We can always make a little more room
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| 'Cause we’re all here, where else would we go
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| When the world tips sideways, it’s just where we roll
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| Where that crazy train ran out of track
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| Where we all jumped off and never looked back
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| On a buzz, on a binge, on a dare
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| On a whim, on a wing, on a prayer
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| Yeah, maybe we’re all here, 'cause we ain’t all there
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| Naw, we ain’t all there |