| In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer’s eyes
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| On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
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| Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
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| And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye
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| Your breath hot upon my cheek and we crossed that line
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| You made me strong when I was feeling weak and we crossed that one time
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| Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes keep on flashing flashing by And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
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| And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye
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| The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt us Points at your flaming hair, and then we’re playing hide and seek
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| I can’t breathe easy here, less our trail’s gone cold behind us Till' in the John Mirra you stare at yourself grown old and weak
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| And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
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| And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
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| And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
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| And we keep driving into the night
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| It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
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| And we keep driving into the… |