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Long Drive
I lay awake passenger's side I
Count the stars to pass the time
Friday Night
Four A.M. with the Four Arm Guys I
Found the time to feel alive
Pack my shit
Let's get away I don't wanna know where
Grab your bags ,I wanna go there
Grab your bags, we're going nowhere

Just drive
I'll never know home unless I gain some perspective
Let's go
While we're young and fucked up
There's no better time than now

Fade out
And fall apart when no one sees it
When the music's loud I'm fine
Let it go
I feel at ease on foreign couches
Vivid dreams help me get by
Just last night...

A crowded dim-lit living room
Your brothers standing next to you
Our worn out voices are living proof
They're beat to shit but they speak the truth
You feel it deep down inside of you
You feel it deep down inside of you
You feel it deep down inside of you
You feel it deep down and I do, too

I wanna see the world for what it really is
And I know no one else can make that choice for me
The choice to leave
So I'm packing up and setting out to sea


Just drive
I'll never know home unless I gain some perspective
Let's go
While we're young and fucked up
There's no better time than now
Let's go
While we're young and fucked up
There's no better time than now
No better time than now

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from Mary, Your Son Has Left Me, track released February 9, 2016

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Nineties-tinged emo from Kanasas.

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