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C'mon Eliza, we've got nothing left to loseWe're still young, but we know how to sing the bluesThere's a world of heartbreak outside, and I want to be a part of itSo drag me down the road.This old town, all sleepin' in our headsCould Jesus Christ have ever raised these dead?Is there a miracle? Is there some tragedy?You know I'd believe if either one could carry me away.We'll throw our sleeping bags in the backseat of the carBecause I'm too tired to even lift up my guitarAll the days pilin' up on the scale,trying to become what they already areI'll clear an open way(We found some blueprintsAppalachian SurfboardA King James BibleAnd pennies from the war)I'll clear an open way... From Letras Mania