| Parked outside the house we used to live
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| There’s a light left on inside
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| Think of all the days we’d spend
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| Orchestrating accidents
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| Lights that used to blind us
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| Somehow they will guide us through the night
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| Following the outline of your face
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| I can see your breath move in the dark
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| Through all the autopilot years
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| The tears of joy, the face of fear
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| Now that we’re not hiding
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| Somehow you’re still riding in my car
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| No cash in the bank, no paid holidays
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| All we have, all we have is
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| Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
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| All we have, all we have is time
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| Parked outside the house we used to live
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| Staring down the green roof and the walls
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| The balcony, the hills, the pain
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| The years of hope, the months of rain
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| Now that we’re outside it, I guess we survived it after all
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| No cash in the bank, no paid holidays
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| All we have, all we have is
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| Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
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| All we have, all we have is time
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| All we have is time
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| All we have is time
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| No white picket fence, no job with the government
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| All we have, all we have are
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| Mornings in bed, coffee and aspirin
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| All we have
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| No cash in the bank, no sign of yesterday
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| All we have, all we have is
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| Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
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| All we have, all we have is time
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| All we have is time
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| All we have is time
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| All we have is time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Maps For The Getaway , by - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness. Song from the album Andrew McMahon In The Wilderness, in the genre Инди