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Four To Go
I'll call you when we make it into town,
Cause I don't want you wanting up on me.
Road sings and rock songs,
And this constant longing to go home.
When this California desert's all I see
And when we finally make it home,
We'll reflect on all the pages that you've turned.
And when I finally make it home,
We'll reflect on all the pages that you've turned tonight.
(I never wanted this to end up this way.)
I heard you finally hated everything.
You were sick and tired of living like love meets you and me.
I'm selling all my friends out for this open road.
Late night drives and distance skies,
Will I see you? I dont know.
And when we finally make it home,
We'll reflect on all the pages that you've turned.
I want to hear you scream out loud.
Put it up and count me out,
I never wanted this to end up this way.
I want to hear you scream out loud.
Sing so loud you drown me out,
I never wanted this to end up this way.
Would you know that it's better than you would believe?
And I know you were waiting on me to leave.
Lets watch the asphalt and leave our hearts on state lines.
Yeah, it's killing me that it's killing you.
Mom I'm coming home.
I want to hear you scream out loud.
Put it up and count me out,
I never wanted this to end up this way.
I want to hear you scream out loud.
Sing so loud you drown me out,
I never wanted this.
I never wanted this.
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I never wanted this.
I never wanted this.
Sing so loud you drown me out,
I want to hear you scream out loud.
I never wanted this to end up this way.
Put it up and count me out,
I want to hear you scream out loud.
Mom I'm coming home.
Yeah, it's killing me that it's killing you.
Lets watch the asphalt and leave our hearts on state lines.
And I know you were waiting on me to leave.
Would you know that it's better than you would believe?
I never wanted this to end up this way.
Sing so loud you drown me out,
I want to hear you scream out loud.
I never wanted this to end up this way.
Put it up and count me out,
I want to hear you scream out loud.
We'll reflect on all the pages that you've turned.
And when we finally make it home,
Will I see you? I dont know.
Late night drives and distance skies,
I'm selling all my friends out for this open road.
You were sick and tired of living like love meets you and me.
I heard you finally hated everything.
(I never wanted this to end up this way.)
We'll reflect on all the pages that you've turned tonight.
And when I finally make it home,
We'll reflect on all the pages that you've turned.
And when we finally make it home,
When this California desert's all I see
And this constant longing to go home.
Road sings and rock songs,
Cause I don't want you wanting up on me.
I'll call you when we make it into town,
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| FFour TTo GGo |
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| oFur oT oG |
| cour fo ho |
| cFour fTo hGo |
| Fcour Tfo Gho |
| rour 5o yo |
| rFour 5To yGo |
| Frour T5o Gyo |
| gour ho bo |
| gFour hTo bGo |
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| tour yo vo |
| tFour yTo vGo |
| Ftour Tyo Gvo |
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| Fvour T6o Gfo |
| dour go to |
| dFour gTo tGo |
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| Fuor Tro Go |
| Fkur Too Gk |
| Fkour T Gko |
| Fokur To Gok |
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| F9our Tko G9o |
| Fo9ur Tok Go9 |
| F0ur T9 G0 |
| F0our T9o G0o |
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| Flur T0 Gl |
| Flour T0o Glo |
| Folur To0 Gol |
| Fiur Tl Gi |
| Fiour Tlo Gio |
| Foiur Tol Goi |
| Fouur Ti |
| For Tio |
| Foru Toi |
| Fohr |
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