drive!
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let's get out of this mess
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we can fall out into empty streets
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and stumble for a place to meet
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stop! stop talking
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we have burned too many bridges now
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we have to stop to think about this
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before we give up
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and fall into broken promises that are ten feet deep
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and we always seem to sink
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we need to be more honest than we ever have
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we're sinking deep
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now drink!
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so we can spill more
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secrets from past lives that have never died
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and always seem to help us trip and fall
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fall in love with
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with these eyes of mine that cannot lie
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for they have never shined this bright
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but we'll keep dancing
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around the truth that we're so scared to spill
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so drink up baby i've had my fill
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we need to be more honest than we ever have
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we're sinking deep
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we need to be more honest than we ever have
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we're sinking deep
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Every Gun Makes Its Own Tomb
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The Forecast |