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the window's down |
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your hair whipped my face |
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adjust the sound |
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those cigarettes |
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will kill you someday |
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not today |
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to reach the river before dark |
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the only thought was how fast you got in |
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the night's end |
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running on the rocks |
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i'd slip but not care |
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somehow were soft |
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there's enough here |
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no one has to worry |
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the coast is clear |
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lighting fires |
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your eyes rolled back |
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the day seems like it's too much to pretend |
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the night's end |
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nothing beyond the river bend |
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passed out in fields |
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the morning light will mend you |
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the night's end |
