| Start from square one, let it fade
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| It’s hard to keep a story straight
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| When you’ve heard it once you’ve heard it a thousand different ways
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| On the road weeks feel like days
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| At home I sit around and wait
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| To get back inside the van
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| Turn that key and drive away
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| This is our way out it’s
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| Our escape from another day and another dollar
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| Situation still under control
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| Please don’t tell me that I’m going nowhere fast
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| This is all I have, and this is all I ever want to be
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| Tear my posters off these walls
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| And put 'em up inside the van
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| It damn sure isn’t much, we’re just doing what we can
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| It’s worth it all to just be free
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| 300 miles to 585
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| The only time I really feel like I’m alive
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| This is our way out it’s
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| Our escape from another day and another dollar
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| Situation still under control
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| Please don’t tell us that we’re going nowhere fast
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| This is all we have, and this is all we ever want to be
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| This is all we have
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| And this is all we want to be
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| This is all we have
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| And this is all we want to be |