| We could find a porch to hold us
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| Where we could all scream «Childers»
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| Drink the shit that kills us
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| Until we all remember
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| Who it was when we were younger
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| 'Fore the world took our pride
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| When we were walking in straight lines
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| Tryna find who’s good to drive
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| And I’ve had so many evenings
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| The way I’ve felt I can’t recall
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| Was I jumping from the rafters
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| When my buddies broke my fall?
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| By the end of the night
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| We’d be flying or crying
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| Talking 'bout the times
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| We’ve spent living towards dying
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| So don’t stop running boy
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| But don’t be naive
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| 'Cause this world will burn and break you
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| Worse than hearts like ours believe
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| Don’t stop dancing girl
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| 'Til it feels right
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| 'Cause we’ll be flying or crying
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| By the end of the night
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| You always snuck up in my front seat
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| With some reasons of your own
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| Tryna get a plainsman
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| Drunk and all alone
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| But don’t you go falling for
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| And don’t you go believing
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| A boy with calloused hands
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| With a mind set on leaving
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| All the moments that we’ve been through
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| All the memories we’ve made
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| I don’t think God’d be willing
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| To come down here and save
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| Some heathens from the flatlands
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| Who only bitch and moan
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| But if I’m going down
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| Least I’m not going down alone
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| So don’t stop running boy
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| But don’t be naive
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| 'Cause this world will break and burn you
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| Worse than hearts like ours believe
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| Don’t stop dancing girl
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| 'Til it feels right
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| 'Cause we’ll be flying or crying
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| By the end of the night |