| Two kids, no tricks, only rich in time
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| Saying «Never look back
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| Throw out every sorrow we’ve had.»
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| Sneak a move, trade a roof for the open sky
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| Living on luck
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| Tethering our hopes to a pickup truck
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| They’ll tell us, honey
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| «You've gotta know, you’ve gotta know where you’re going.»
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| But you are my sun, my northern lights, my southern cross
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| And if we’re gonna die young
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| We’re gonna die with a love song in our mouths
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| Two hearts, new start, every card is wild
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| There in your arms, with the radio up and the windows down
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| Loose hands, slow dance under crooked stars
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| We were clumsy at love
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| It was a shaky two-step in a parking lot
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| They’ll tell us, dear
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| «You better fear, you better fear it all.»
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| But you are my sun, my northern lights, my southern cross
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| If we’re gonna die young
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| We’re gonna die with a love song in our mouths
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| And maybe my darling
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| There’s more than following an endless road
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| And maybe someday we’re gonna trade
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| Our freedom for a better home
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| For a house and a yard, and a son and a daughter
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| And a steady job, but not today
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| Two kids, no tricks, only rich in time
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| Never look back, follow every moment we’ve got |