| Hitched a ride last night
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| driving fast never felt so right
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| I held my hand up high
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| and grabbed a handful of my life
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| There’s a feeling of an urgent kind
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| that makes me run when I’m walking
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| that line I lose myself in the warmth it gives me
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| I lose myself in it’s jaded bliss
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| I dream, I grieve, I make believe
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| I fly away yet I’ll fight to stay
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| Once again, I face a change
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| that moves my world into unknown space
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| This place I call home
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| is an ever changing array of stones
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| Paris, Cali, Milan
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| are my faithful lovers
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| I fall in their arms
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| There’s a feeling of an urgent kind
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| that makes me run when I’m walking
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| that line I lose myself in the warmth it gives me
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| I lose myself in it’s jaded bliss I dream,
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| I grieve, I make believe
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| I fly away yet I’ll fight to stay
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| Once again, I face a change
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| that moves my world into unknown space
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| Unto wisdom and unto glory
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| unto failure and unto fame
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| I’ll throw myself and I won’t
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| look back I’ll crave them all
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| with no sense of shame
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| There’s a feeling of an urgent kind
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| that makes me run when I’m walking
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| that line I lose myself in the warmth it gives me
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| I lose myself in it’s jaded bliss I dream,
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| I grieve, I make believe
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| I fly away yet I’ll fight to stay
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| Once again, I face a change
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| that moves my world into unknown space |