You can go off to a distant place
You can hide
Maybe she's on her lunch break thinking of you
Or typing
I don't want to breathe if I can't breathe here
I’ve driven through every end of the state today.
Across
There's a hole in the road
I forget every time
And the
Here's a story that you never can erase
And everyone is
When I asked you the way out of here
You told
Tonight we ride
Aim high
Shoot the bright lights
Right out of the
From behind the sliding glass door
We were constructing a cure
For
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