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Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
I stumbled into the great unknown and found
That time won't slow down
I'm getting by with my collapsible lung
And it's a good time, hundred percent of the time, and I'm
Like a ladder with a missing rung
And it's a slow climb headed back to the sky, and I'm
Feeling backwards when I'm trying the most, and I hope
Haven't heard the last words from the Holy Ghost
'Cause I think that I'm supposed to be
Well on my way by now
I'll do the twist with my replaceable hips
And turn you right 'round then dip you down to the ground, and now
I wanna grow old and rub your tired limbs and take it easy
Until we wither away
Until we wither away
Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
I stumbled into the great unknown and found
That time can't slow down
To take a breath and then take it in
To think of places I'll go I haven't been
To pour my heart into everything I've found
Time won't slow down
I'm feeling backwards and I hope
Haven't heard the last words, no, no, no
'Cause I think that I'm supposed to be
Well on my way
To pour my heart into everything I found
Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
I stumbled into the great unknown and found
That time won't slow down
To take a breath and then take it in
To think of places I'll go I haven't been
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