| All of our heads in the clouds
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| And I remember staying up all night
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| In a haze to the sweetest sounds
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| When I said
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| Delicate to the sights
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| And I can never feel the calm I felt
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| Witnessing headlights drive into our eyes
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| When I said, we’re not ready to go back home
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| Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
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| Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
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| Let the open road bring us back down
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| All of the smoke in our lungs
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| And I remember burning up daylight
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| Passing the head of the summer’s final sun
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| When I said, we’re not ready to go back home
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| We’re not ready to go back
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| Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
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| Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
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| Let the open road bring us back down
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| Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
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| Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
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| Let the open road bring us back down
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| Keep on passing the trucks, the trucks
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| Keep on passing the drugs, the drugs
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| Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
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| Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
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| Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
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| Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
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| We’re not ready to go back home
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| We’re not ready to go back, no, no, no |