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Please tell me why we couldn't stay Don't let this feeling ever go away Let this memory forever be inside of me Through every hour of every day It's with the company of these friends That we drove on through the night We were carried by the wheels of armageddon We're gonna force ourselves to live Thankful it's hurt more than we've ever felt It's just our means to an end And honestly we were armed with our best intentions Maybe those intentions alone are just enough to get us anywhere but here In the middle of america Six cylinders will take us further than any president The same promises that we forgot the last time There's no difference between staying and a bullet in the head Maybe it's gonna come from the radio Or the next 8 hour day Driving to the next town A collect call home to your best friend We are the company we keep We could live off of dumpsters if we have to Sell our blood by the pint to make rent This kind of dignity doesn't come easy But you'll never find it for sale From Letras Mania