| Drive
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| I drive to the ocean by myself
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| I take all the hills I can
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| They make me feel so small
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| I keep all the windows down
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| And let all the air spill in my car
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| And into my heart
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| Is it too much heart?
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| Fire
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| I wish every person that I knew was in one room right now
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| We’d drink until we died
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| I’m talking about all my friends
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| I talk of the wars we fought back then
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| We’re getting older now
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| But we’re never giving in
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| But those legs drag again
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| I feel them taking over now
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| Walk again
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| I might be coming closer
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| So tired and dead
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| I let emotion carry me back again
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| And every road has given me something
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| I needed to go there by myself
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| Face all the years ahead
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| I’m meant for so much more
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| I see the accomplishments
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| As steps to the walls we’ll break down
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| And we’re getting closer now
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| But we’re never giving in
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| But those legs drag again
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| I feel them taking over now
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| Walk again
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| I might be coming closer
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| So tired and dead
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| I let emotion carry me back again
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| And every road has given me something
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| But those legs drag again
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| I feel them taking over now
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| Walk again
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| I might be coming closer
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| So tired and dead
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| I let emotion carry me back again
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| And every road has given me something |