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Two of us riding nowhere, spending someone's hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving, not arriving -
on our way back home, we're on our way back home...
we're on our way home, we're on our way home, we're going home...
two of us sending post cards, writing letters on my wall
you and me burning matches lifting latches,
on our way back home, we're on our way home,
we're on our way home, we're on our way home, we're going home...
you and I have memories
longer than the road that stretches out ahead
two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo, in the sun
you and me chasing paper, getting nowhere, on our way back home
we're on our way home, we're on our way home, we're going home...
you and I have memories
longer than the road that stretches out ahead
two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo, in the sun
you and me chasing paper, getting nowhere, on our way back home
we're on our way home, we're on our way home, we're going home...
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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