| Going off the rails
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| You know we got too deep
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| Can’t see what’s right in front of me
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| Can’t even sleep
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| I know we gave it hell
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| But it just got too steep
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| Can’t seem to find the relief
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| Waiting for my exit
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| Are we blindly searching for meaning of who we are?
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| We are passengers, the roads we take call us home
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| Life’s so finite, caught in the headlights, blink and you’ll miss it
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| We are passengers, the roads we take call us home
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| Balance, white lines, erase me
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| I’m no stranger to misery
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| Sidewalks keep me from dreaming
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| Cannot sleep without the sound of the TV
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| I know we gave it hell, I know we gave it hell
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| But we got too deep, but we got too deep
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| Can’t seem to find the real me
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| After the sunset
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| Are we blindly searching for meaning of who we are?
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| We are passengers, the roads we take call us home
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| Life’s so finite, caught in the headlights, blink and you’ll miss it
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| We are passengers, the roads we take call us home
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| Is it criminal if I rob myself of anything that’s spiritual?
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| 'Cause I’m nothing more than chemicals and attitude
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| What am I supposed to do? |
| I’m not invincible (Invincible)
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| Is it too late to make a change?
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| Is it criminal if I rob myself of anything that’s spiritual?
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| 'Cause I’m nothing more than chemicals and attitude
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| Tell me, what am I supposed to do? |
| I’m not invincible
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| Is it too late to make a change?
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| Are we blindly searching for meaning of who we are?
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| We are passengers, the roads we take call us home
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| Life’s so finite, caught in the headlights, blink and you’ll miss it
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| We are passengers, the roads we take call us home |