| 1 A.M., the club is closing down. |
| it’s been a long day
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| We’re on a great big road trip from coast to coast
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| The map is in our hands, wave goodbye and off we go Free from normal life
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| This adventure is our history, we’re out here on our own
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| Whoa, here we go We’ll never get there, we’ll never get there
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| If we didn’t, who would care?
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| 6 A.M., the sky is turning light. |
| Wish I could go home
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| LA to Salt Lake in one long night
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| The sun is coming up but my body feels cold inside
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| What am I doing?
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| This adventure is our history, we’re out here on our own
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| Then there are times when
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| I feel so alone and no one knows who I am Then there are times when
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| Gabe and Mike and Dom are there to be friends
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| Then there are times when
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| The kids we meet mean more to us Than we ever thought they could
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| Driving all day, driving all night
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| Mike bought some coffee, Dom got in a fight
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| Sleeping on the floor, driving through the snow
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| Sweaty, smoky venues at every single show
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| El Diablo is our home
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| Still one question: where did Gabe go? |