| Between the miles of open road
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| I lost sight of what might matter the most
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| I stumbled into the great unknown and found
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| That time won’t slow down
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| I’m getting by with my collapsible lung
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| And it’s a good time 100% of the time
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| And I’m like a ladder with a missing rung
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| And it’s a slow climb headed back to the sky
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| And I’m feelin' backwards when I’m trying the most
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| And I hope haven’t heard the last words from the holy ghost
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| Cause I think that I’m supposed to be
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| Well on my way by now
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| I’ll do the twist with my replaceable hips
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| And turn you right round
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| Then dip you down to the ground
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| And now I wanna grow old and rub your tired limbs
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| And take it easy
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| Until we wither away
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| Until we wither away
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| Between the miles of open road
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| I lost sight of what might matter the most
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| I stumbled into the great unknown and found
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| That time can’t slow down
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| To take a breath and then take it in
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| To think of places I’ll go I haven’t been
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| To pour my heart into everything I’ve found
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| Time won’t slow down
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| Feelin' backwards
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| And I hope haven’t heard the last words
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| No, no, no
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| Cause I think that I’m supposed to be
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| Well on my way-eh-eh!
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| Eh eh!
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| Wooo…
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| To pour my heart into everything I found
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| Between the miles of open road
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| I lost sight of what might matter the most
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| I stumbled into the great unknown and found
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| That time won’t slow down
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| To take a breath and then take it in
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| To think of places I’ll go I haven’t been |