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So I'm off again.
I'm taking just one of my favourite friends. The tank is full.
And we'll be giving in to the highway's pull.

(Oooh, oooh.)

I'll try to think things through,
but I'll be thinking way too much of you.

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Em F C G
Count the days, decisions are boring
Em F C G
so i fold them up, and tuck them away
Em F C G

It was a moment for the books.
The calendar looked
just like the novels we had only skimmed through.
So I circled out the dates that I'll skillfully waste.
For now that's going to have to do.

It was the brightest summer day, after we swam in the lake,
that you told me our luck is gonna end.

In my palm there’s a smudge of the words that define my will
And the three hundred questions that raises, they’re hard to kill
So I’ll let subtlety burst its pipes
‘Cause now cynicism seems right
And… Every lung with smoggy friendship is never too inflamed again
Past the tongue in the moving lips
The secrets in a lion’s den

The first whiteness unfolds.
One look out the window and your sold.
A muffled sound as we rolled around
and a nearby refuge from the cold.
Where your brother had transformed the bed
into a ship that could keep you safe.

But the boy beneath the sheets tonight