| Adventurers
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| Stab the days and wipe the blade let’s put the magazines away
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| Breaking rules and scamming trips doing anything to scratch the itch
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| We’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced
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| Don’t fuck with the last adventurers
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| We’re never gonna let this go
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| We won’t have to
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| With brains in our head feet in our shoes
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| Passport control ditching the real life
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| Tight mountain roads that tunnel into coastal city lights
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| Just two machines outside the lines
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| Living off alcohol adrenaline and filtered grinds
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| Will you remember white knuckle nights andorran alpine twilight
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| Let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real
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| Dropping ropes we’re letting go of population overflow
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| Steel tight lips and tighter ships doing anything to scratch the itch
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| We’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced don’t fuck with the
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| last adventurers
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| We’re never gonna let this go we won’t have to
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| With brains in our head feet in our shoes
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| Trying hard to keep ourselves physically strong mentally awake and morally
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| straight
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| Instead of running for our lives
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| We got knives in hand to catch our fears by surprise
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| Will you remember blood mountain nights in appalachian moonlight
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| It’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives
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| We were the last adventurers
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| We were the last adventurers
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| Will you remember white knuckle nights andorran alpine twilight
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| Let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real
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| But we already know
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| Will you remember blood mountain nights in appalachian moonlight
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| It’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives |