| We´re always on the run
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| Back to where we came from
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| With our heads up in the skies
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| We´re the kids sitting in the backseat
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| For the ride of our lives
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| Never losing hope
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| Or coming home
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| Correct me when I´m wrong
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| With all the late night stories
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| From where we belong
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| Every moment that we had
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| So far, So good
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| So far, so good
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| Spending late nights under streetlights
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| Miles away from where we stood
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| So far, so good
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| So far, so good
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| So many stories left untold
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| But our tales will live on
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| About our days yet to come
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| Believing in what we´ve got
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| Swimming through the grass
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| With half a pack of cigarettes
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| Never losing hope
|
| Or coming home
|
| Correct me when I´m wrong
|
| With all the late night stories
|
| From where we belong
|
| Every moment that we had
|
| So far, So good
|
| So far, so good
|
| Spending late nights under streetlights
|
| Miles away from where we stood
|
| So far, so good
|
| So far, so good
|
| Every moment that we had
|
| So far, So good
|
| So far, so good
|
| Spending late nights under streetlights
|
| Miles away from where we stood
|
| So far, so good
|
| So far, so good |