| Driving for days through North Ontario
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| Can’t find a station on the radio
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| I’m cold and lonely in the afterglow
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| An empty bar and uninspired show
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| I hate myself for being miserable
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| A six day binge is bound to do it though
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| I wish that I could be invisible
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| We’re three weeks in and out of control
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| One by one
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| Every heart is a loaded gun
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| One by one
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| Every heart is a loaded gun
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| I’ve been shot down and I’ve been torn apart
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| Living out songs about a broken heart
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| Blinding ambition, stabbing in the dark
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| And waiting for a better life to start
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| One by one
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| Every heart is a loaded gun
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| If I fall apart, stumbling in the dark
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| Going way too far
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| If I fall apart, will it leave a scar?
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| On my loaded heart if I fall apart
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| Driving for days through North Ontario
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| Can’t find a station on the radio
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| I’m cold and lonely in the afterglow
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| An empty bar and uninspired show
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| With every turn we learn to take it slow
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| Redemption waiting further down the road
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| We change and everything is temporal
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| And time will tell us where we’ve got to go
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| One by one
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| One by one
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| One by one
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| Every heart is a loaded gun
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| One by one
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| Every heart is a loaded gun
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| One by one
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| Every heart is a loaded gun
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| One by one
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| A heavy heart is a setting sun |