| Remember when we ride our way?
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| We were almost seventeen
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| We ran out of money fast
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| Never learned to make things last
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| Wonderin' if we’d ever stop
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| If I hadn’t given up
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| Remeber how my heart would sing?
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| Brought up all the good within
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| Living in a house of glass
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| Living to learn to make it last in love
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| The only thing we’re guilty of
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| was pushing on the edge of love
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| You would always go for broke
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| But I could never empty us
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| She said: «you can’t go back home. |
| We could always just carry on»
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| If everything is set and stall
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| Then how come I don’t feel like we belong?
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| Well every little lie don’t hurt
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| The only left I’d pleade secure, you know
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| Was like a record in the hollow mose
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| Long after the taste is gone
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| It’s gone
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| Living in we might have been
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| Take it back to the beginning
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| Your father had a heart attack
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| And you weren’t even looking back by then
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| 'Cause you pulled on a perfect act
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| Never dreamed of you like that
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| Saw you hide your beaten skin
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| You never really took it in
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| I’ve revisited a million times
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| Breaking like I can imagine
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| You lived up the shadowed path
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| Lived too deep to get back out
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| She said: «If you can’t go back home, we can always just carry on»
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| If everything is set and stall
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| Then how come I don’t feel like we belong?
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| Well every little lie don’t hurt
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| The only left I’d pleade secure
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| was like a record in the hollow mose
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| long after the taste is gone
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| It’s gone |