| All night drive from Cafalonia, the sun at our backs
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| There’s change in the cracks from my pocket in the cushion in then benches of
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| the van
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| Hey Ian, who’s this band
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| You keep playing on the iPod, I nod in out of sleep to the rhythm of the beat
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| Awaken to laughter and war stories, turn down the radio
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| I wanna talk about adventure and where we been
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| New York and SF with DTM
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| Triple Rock, getting lost, Google Maps
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| Home? |
| Remind me why I’m coming back
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| Swing Ding in Tuscan, I sing along, I don’t speak Spanish but I know the song
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| I need a Red Bull and the Arrivals on
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| Hey Eric is generic okay? |
| Like the Pine Hill Haints say we’re living on a
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| dollar a day
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| Talking about Alex’s in LBC. |
| Rob got a new name its not PC
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| How long will it take? |
| We’re on the way
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| We spent half the night at Flying J
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| Navajo blankets and novelty hats
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| Nobody notices nobody pumped gas
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| So
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| We got, we got, we gotta get back
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| We want, we want a victory lap
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| Too long, too long, too long in these clothes
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| Spagett please go check if the trailers closed
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| I sleep, I sleep, I sleep in the back
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| Tj, Tj, where my money at?
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| I lose my meds, Fadi lose his phone
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| Can’t stop to piss 'cause we’re almost home
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| Where my cat is
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| The end of all trips
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| T to the E to the X A S
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| Please don’t let me let myself forget
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| That we had it good in that moment
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| That we’re G.F.F.G |