Don't turn your back on me
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Or read in between my words
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I'm trying to drag this out
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Taking the scenic route
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I know we could get there much faster if we wanted to
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But that isn't what you and I came here to do
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No nails to untie the knots
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No veins left to take the shots
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No touch to end a fight
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Or letting who's wrong be right
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We're just sitting like novels we've picked up but never read through
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You think you know my ending, I think I know yours, too
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You see, nowhere in these old conversations is there anything new
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Even though we know the sun will rise
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Every ray of light still takes us by, by surprise
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Baby, leave it all behind
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Baby, leave it all behind
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Missed a road sign
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I don't want to get home soon
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Drive the car all the way around the moon
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Baby, we could get lost
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We have another state to cross
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We could find each other out
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Tell our secrets on the scenic route
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I don't want to get home soon
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Drive the car around the moon
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I don't want to crush you or rush you
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I'm not going faster if you want to and if you want to
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I don't want to rush you or crush you
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But I won't go faster if you want to
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It's not what we came here to do
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I just want to drive
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I just want to drive
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The Scenic Route
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Jars Of Clay |