Tono: C
Introducción:
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Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
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Im getting by with my collapsible lung and its a good time hundred percent of the time
And Im like a ladder with a missing rung and its a slow climb headed back to the sky and Im
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Feeling backwards when Im trying the most and I hope I havent heard the last words from
the holy ghost because I think that Im supposed to be well on my way by now
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I do the twist with my replaceable hips and turn it right round and take it down to the
ground and I, I wanna grow old with your retired limbs (?) and take it easy
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Until we wither away
Until we wither away
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Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
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Im feeling backwards
And I hope
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Cause Im thinking Im supposed to be well on my way eh hey
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Eh hey
Oo oo oo oo
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Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
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That time wont slow down
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To take a breath and then take it in
To think of places Ill go I havent been.