| Set my eyes on open road
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| A pair of thoughts and dreams carry a heavy load
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| Caring costs more than we think
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| These parts and tires create a fire in every blink
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| As my mind drifts from the wheel
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| Drawn from my heart I analyze the way that I feel
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| I’ve come to love this time alone
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| Long passed the place where I’m to face the grinding stone
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| We bend, but we send, a sense that we won’t bleed
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| Broke again, we amend, the hearts and souls we see
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| If I dread, verses read, to say til death do us part
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| Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car
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| Pass the place they made of gold
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| Stuff my face to cloud disgrace I won’t grow old
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| Would you care to realize
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| The challenge in the need to win the nobel prize?
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| We bend, and we send, a sense that we don’t see
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| Lost again, chaos renders, what the world will be
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| If I said, verses read, to bottle peace in a jar
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| Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car
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| As my mind drifts from the wheel
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| Drawn from my heart I analyze the good that I steal
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| We bend and we send, our sense of sight to greed
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| Broken fence, and we reckon, someone’s soul will bleed
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| If I’m dead, versus read, to follow lights from afar
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| Must be left, laid to rest, within the confines of this car
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| Bridge
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| I could break out and leave the heartache and the doubt
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| Caring costs more than we think
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| Within the bars that make this car my laurels sink |