Let's hit the streets tonight
And forget these shit town lights.
Just light a smoke and crank the radio.
Because the asphalt's clean
And the highway's pure
And the rearview mirror is crowded with regrets Hearts headed towards the farthest place from home.
These two hundred miles
Past campuses and malls
To liquor stores
and seedy bars
and dancing halls where we first met in the in between
in every liars truth that you believed.
Let's blur them all with one more round of drinks.
One last round on me because this might just be the last time that we're here
and we turn our blood to wine!
Holding on
Mourning every day gone by too long
Throwing flowers on your tomb
We're lost
Mourning all the days behind.
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